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She smells man.
Her laboured trot slows to a walk and then a halt, her muscles groaning with relief as the stress and strain is mercifully snatched from them. She turns, her nostrils flaring to inhale the heady musk of stallion, whilst a short distance away Dominus - busily burrowing for voles as his bonded trains - gives a throaty growl of warning. Be silent, she commands the lion. For once in his obnoxious little life, he obeys. With a savage hiss, he stomps away through the snow, blending in almost perfectly with the ivory beneath his paws. On this rare occasion, his presence is not needed, and he is prone to jealousy when Nyx's attention wanders from him. Jealousy makes him stick his claws into things, and the silver can't have that, not when the meat approaching her could have so many more enjoyable uses. His absence leaves the ironheart free to turn, to observe the handsome stranger properly for the first time. He is young, that much is apparent through her experienced old eyes, but he is no boy. He is well-formed, powerfully built, and the ease with which he stampedes through the snow sends wicked shivers down her spine. The stallion's crest upon his neck shows that he's no posturing colt with naked thighs and ideas above his station - good, as boy-children are of no interest to her. His voice rasps through her body, vibrating down towards her loins, and she feels her features twist into a temptress' smirk. Her gaze is appreciative, and she makes no attempt to hide it. Oh, yes. Just what she needs - eye candy, and, even better, eye candy that looks like it has a purpose. She shouldn't look, she shouldn't be so open with her amorous gaze, but dammit, she's entitled to a bit of fun to snatch her away from the monotony of motherhood. "Ooh, lucky me," she says, her voice a husky purr. Getting her flirt on is nothing new to the silver, and everything from the audacious gleam in her eye right down to the coquettish tilt of a hindleg screams of a woman who knows what she wants, and revels in it. "But I bet you say that to all the girls, handsome. Who might you be?" And she tilts her horned head, fixing him with her lust-darkened gaze. |
@Reginald
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
