Distraction at its Best

Distraction at its Best

Ailith Posts: 47

Deceased

Mare :: Equine :: 15.0 HH :: 8

Adoptable

02-15-2013, 01:30 AM

No matter what we breed, we are still made of greed
This is my kindom come, this is my kindom come

She swayed; her heart pressing eagerly against her breast. There was a fleeting look in his eye, one that reminded her of heartache. However, there was something more, something inside him that made her think of flesh and intimacy. It made her bristle, the way he looked at her now, however brief. He judged her as many had done before him and she did not chastise him for it but instead looked the other way. She was in no position to call herself innocent but he was surely in no position to call her a sinner either. A wild look came to her eyes, brewing coldly despite the warmth of the day. But, she moved past her anger in favor of feigning forgetfulness.

Her mouth parted, attempting to bring word to silence before her thoughts ran away with her but he was pressing forward again, obviously finding something about her nature that he admired. He shared a bit of himself with her and perhaps he provided her with information that would explain her irrelevant connection with him. He understood her wanderer’s heart… or so she pleasantly assumed. She wasn’t moved to respond though because his statement was of little substance. She wished that she had been born a more carefree animal, but alas, she was not. Conversation proved little in way of entertaining her unless she was forced to explanation.

And so they walked, at his suggestion of course. She moved lithely behind him, her footing as soundless as a big cat. She watched as he lumbered before her, drawing breath and expelling it while his sides heaved from the effort. The flies had followed knowingly behind them but she pretended that his suggestion had been helpful, only occasionally slapping her sides with a wild, matted tail. “What is it that drives you Argetlam? If there something here that pushes you to success or is this place another prison for those with lost souls…?”

The conversation had turned, steaming coldly from pleasant small talk to incessant prying. She had come to his side now, looking up into eyes of molten amber. She contemplated his response, aware that his answer would be the same as many. Pride me in your knowledge. Convince me to stay. She flicked her tail absently as she relished the coolness of shade upon her back. She guessed his answer would somehow promote the Foothills and relay his self-worth. She had expected as much but there was always room for surprise.