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12-21-2015, 02:15 AM
IVEZHO
She whirls towards him, all natural grace and elegance, even the stick in her mane seemed to be so perfectly placed as it twined with her silken locks. The grullo probably looked dirty in comparison with her perfect blonde tendrils of hair streaming from her elegant nape and sweeping tail - he almost caught himself staring again. You're large, she said, and he tilted his head like a lost pup might look at something interesting. Large..? he echoed, pausing his strides to consider what on earth the belle was meaning. He was tall, yes, and his wings did have an expansive span, but large? It wasn't the perfect word, but it wasn't entirely untrue - he considered her for a moment as she fumbled to correct herself, and allowed a smirk to darken his lips as she corrected her speech and faced him head on with a determination few creatures of greater size could boast. He almost wanted to laugh, but he didn't want to annoy her, or experience her wrath (he thought of how his mother, a much smaller mare, so easily controlled his father, the mightiest stallion of the Dragon's Throat, and remembered that size is not everything). "Aye, I'll be fine," he reassured her with his deep tones and a nod to his knees, that had collected a bit of dirt in his latest faceplanting adventure. "They're always getting in the way," he motioned with his crown to his legs, even as he walked with (a bit more) confidence towards the little dove. Only on his approach did he truly appreciate how delicate she appeared, how fine and slim - most of the mares he had met were pegasus, and wings threw off just how large one was, even if you happened to only be fourteen hands to the wither. Ivezho could boast a healthy height and wingspan, and he was rather gladly befitting the first thing this belle had called him. Large. Ivezho the Large, he thought, casually allowing his wings to lift from his sides to better demonstrate just how large he could get. Poor boy. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, though his gaze didn't waver from the girl's. He paused his approach quite near to her, and simply longed to peer into her chilly eyes with his own viridian ones. He hoped he was pulling off the confident and suave routine, he prayed he wouldn't trip over nothing in front of her again, he definitely hoped that she couldn't hear just how fast his nervous heart was beating at the thought of standing this close to her, a perfect little golden-and-blonde princess of the Rotunda. Princesses need Princes, right? |
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