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11-29-2016, 01:03 AM
fear the vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the vulture.
The electrified woman addresses a few others, she must be someone of significance if so many seek her attention—though she certainly is alluring enough to garner the attention of the hulking, skull-marked brute she addressed. As for himself, the vulture, the lightning beauty barely spared him a look, the bright eyes he sought to catch with his own gaze glancing away from him. Ah, foiled again—
“If you call staring at a stranger and swimming excitement, then certainly.”
But, despite her darting eyes, a roughly enchanting drawl answers him; and he is rewarded by her azure eyes that look back to him. A broad grin splits his dark muzzle, “It all depends on the stranger,” his rough voice is amused, his tone daringly flirtatious, as his eyes roam her lightning markings and blue-tinted muzzle.
Pale ears tilt towards the Goddess and Kis, slowly (reluctantly) followed by his gaze. Had he his druthers, he would have remained attentive to the mare beside him. But, alas, the Moon was doing things, like gifting out magic and creating structures in the ocean. Vibrant, red and yellow irises dart to the breaking waves, his beard swaying slightly as he watched the stones grow.
The large, hulking stallion hmmm-ed slighly as he looked over the glowing spires that the Moon had pulled from the sea. They certainly were beautiful, but this was a specator’s sport thus far; not that the vulture minded spectating (he thoroughly enjoyed it, at times), but this wasn’t nearly as thrilling as their last encounter with Kisamoa. “I could do with more excitement,” his gruff words murmured quietly to the blue-seal-bay woman beside him. A brow quirked, questioningly, at her as he took a step towards the sea and ruffled his feathers. His intentions were to closely inspect the spires; not because he was intrigued by them, but because he wished to get the beautiful woman alone.
“If you call staring at a stranger and swimming excitement, then certainly.”
But, despite her darting eyes, a roughly enchanting drawl answers him; and he is rewarded by her azure eyes that look back to him. A broad grin splits his dark muzzle, “It all depends on the stranger,” his rough voice is amused, his tone daringly flirtatious, as his eyes roam her lightning markings and blue-tinted muzzle.
Pale ears tilt towards the Goddess and Kis, slowly (reluctantly) followed by his gaze. Had he his druthers, he would have remained attentive to the mare beside him. But, alas, the Moon was doing things, like gifting out magic and creating structures in the ocean. Vibrant, red and yellow irises dart to the breaking waves, his beard swaying slightly as he watched the stones grow.
The large, hulking stallion hmmm-ed slighly as he looked over the glowing spires that the Moon had pulled from the sea. They certainly were beautiful, but this was a specator’s sport thus far; not that the vulture minded spectating (he thoroughly enjoyed it, at times), but this wasn’t nearly as thrilling as their last encounter with Kisamoa. “I could do with more excitement,” his gruff words murmured quietly to the blue-seal-bay woman beside him. A brow quirked, questioningly, at her as he took a step towards the sea and ruffled his feathers. His intentions were to closely inspect the spires; not because he was intrigued by them, but because he wished to get the beautiful woman alone.
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