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Actions | "Speech" | Thought
Acidic green orbs watched her as she trotted flirtatiously towards him. Her expression of annoyance was not lost on the stud who narrowed his eyes in grim amusement. So she had been expecting someone... and he was clearly less than what she wanted. He followed her movements with his eyes, not looking her in the face, to see that she was trying to catch his gaze. Instead, his eyes were on what she was doing.
He watched her teeth nip at his flank and he reacted instinctively by nipping at her rump. He was aiming to bite into her hip, make her bleed, leave a scar. The degree of success that this move was met with would determine whether or not there was blood on his chin when he straightened his neck.
"You know, my dear... if you want me to relieve the itch that you're clearly attempting to scratch, all you have to do is ask." He said, his voice soft as velvet and carrying the sing-songish trait that he was famous for. He wondered if she would recognize him by reputation... he'd had quite a scandal running not long ago. maybe his infamy had faded as his activity had come to a standstill, but that did not mean he had disappeared, and it certainly didn't mean that he wouldn't be recognized if he stepped away from his hiding spot.
He wondered again if his leg would even allow him to perform, especially as his mind gear towards giving her what she was clearly wanting from him. Of course he had several different reasons for wanting to spread his offspring across the land of Helovia, not the least of which was the fact that he found it hard to say no. He snaked his head to sniff at her tail, his lips nipping at her hocks experimentally, testing her tolerance before he went ahead. It would't do if he did more than she was willing to do and got himself kicked. He was already injured enough to last him a lifetime.
He half-reared, testing his own leg experimentally, and trying to ignore the stabs of agony as his leg tried, and failed, to bend. It looked like he'd have to make do without a firm grip.
-15 minutes later-
Giving an appreciative grunt, the stallion slid to all fours, being careful not to jostle his locked up knee. He sniffed at her hip to double check his handiwork and panted lightly to catch his breath. "There now... that wasn't so bad, was it?" He asked, his voice soft and yet pointedly making it clear that he understood her displeasure with him not bearing a horn on his forehead.
He seriously doubted they would ever see each other again, so he did not bother to tell her his name. He simply turned away to limp towards the undergrowth with a flick of his muddy brown tail. The strands flicking against his dusted hocks would be the last she saw of him, unless of course she followed after him for conversation. He would not object to a bit of company.
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Antheia, played by clo
This is not the end of this thread, hopefully. They can probably hang out for a bit and get to know each other, maybe? :]
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