Ahrk fin Kel lost prodah, do ved viing ko fin krah,
Tol fod zeymah win kein meyz fundein!

The dragonborn has been successful in remaining on her own, so far. Wandering all over Helovia with the same confidence as she'd done back home. She has no obligations, no orders. Everything she does, she does for herself; and that's exactly the way she plans to keep it. The mostly black mare slips from shadow to shadow and weaves between the trees with the ease of an expert. Her firm muscles are thick beneath her dark skin, rippling powerfully as each step connects with the forest floor. Everything had been quiet, as it usually was, and it seemed like simply more of the same. Dovahkiin welcomes it, using it to her advantage to map more and more of this new land. So far, though, her knowledge of the lay of the land is far less extensive than the number of encounters she's spent flirting.

Not that she's complaining.

So when a voice erupts like a volcano, startling the silence out of the forest surrounding her the dragonborn can't help but to investigate. She pauses, dark ears swiveling to pinpoint the direction of the voice and once found, she alters her course. The dragonborn turns towards the decidedly feminine voice and on fairly light steps, the small mare once again weaves through the forest. Another voice, also female, joins in the conversation; causing her to pause. Not out of fear, mind you, but rather out of caution. There is no sense in intruding on a private conversation. Her pause is decidedly brief, shifting herself closer as carefully and quietly as she could until she could hear what was being spoken but remain hidden from view - for now. A knowing smile curls her dark lips at the first mare's response, though it isn't until she mentions freedom that the dragonborn moves forward.

"Mmm... fiesty." she speaks as she steps into view, her voice sultry and smooth - filled to the brim with sexually charged tension. The dragonborn circles around behind the other antlered mare - a kindred spirit, if she'd ever seen one - and shifts to stand before her. Dovahkiin's green eyes appraise the younger mare - green eyes, vibrant coloring, impressive rack, similar build - and if it weren't for the coloring, Dovahkiin might have thought she was looking in a mirror. Hell, she is even the same height - which would be hardly strange except that she hadn't met anyone here as short as herself. So with a smirk, she continues, choosing rather blatantly to ignore the starry mare. "You won't find true freedom in the herds here."

Her eyes shine with a mischievous glint and for a moment, she simply watches with feigned boredom as the starry mare rambles on and on and on...and oh, just shut your trap for a minute. Wouldn't want to appear overeager, dear. "Or, you could choose the life of the outcast. As I have. It's... quite liberating, actually." she begins, her voice holding the same sultry tones it always did. "It can be... dangerous. Though I'd wager you can handle it." and here the smirk returns, shifting her dark lips. "I'd be happy to show you around." and do dirty, dirty things to you...with you. she mentally adds, and with a quick but small toss of her head, she shifts her blood-tipped forelock to the right side of her face.

DOVAHKIIN