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03-16-2013, 06:53 PM
She had not expected a second stallion to come traipsing along....but that was exactly what happened. As she waited for the first stallions reply the deep voice of a second pressed into her hears. She curled her neck inward, like a fiddlehead fern. Feeling the pressing warmth of both bodies although neither was touching her....It was one thing to encounter a single stranger....but two...it made the fur on her neck prickle. However her worry seemed unfounded, as the second stallion addressed the so called assassin without fear. Her eyes quickly danced over his frame,lingering on the small wings that burdened his sides....They were impossibly small to be used for flight....what an annoyance they must be....A constant reminder of something he almost had.. ‘flight’.
Thor.....she shaped his name on her tongue, silently rolling in back and forth in her maw....A powerful name, though one that was borrowed from a god....could this stallion ever stack up to such a namesake? She dipped her head slightly, pale eyes flickering to the earth for a moment in a show of respect before jumping back to his dark face. Ah....and he offered a home. Did he not see the strange lack of a mane? Or was he simply ignoring the fact? Or..perhaps...he did not care. It was a fools folly to think that she would run into a kind stallion when she first pressed into these lands....one that did not care that she was different and not technically a pretty mare. Her red tail lashed against her flanks, pale ears twitched as her mind swam...contemplating the offer this beast had made....
“I...am Crven.”
His simple smile had broken through the facade she had presented to the assassin. While she had been brazen under his gaze she felt bare beneath Thors....Kindness it seemed would be the thing to break her. Her eyes cast carelessly to the first arrival...but he was no longer her interest....kindness it turned out....could be quite addictive. “You.....would have me?”
Thor.....she shaped his name on her tongue, silently rolling in back and forth in her maw....A powerful name, though one that was borrowed from a god....could this stallion ever stack up to such a namesake? She dipped her head slightly, pale eyes flickering to the earth for a moment in a show of respect before jumping back to his dark face. Ah....and he offered a home. Did he not see the strange lack of a mane? Or was he simply ignoring the fact? Or..perhaps...he did not care. It was a fools folly to think that she would run into a kind stallion when she first pressed into these lands....one that did not care that she was different and not technically a pretty mare. Her red tail lashed against her flanks, pale ears twitched as her mind swam...contemplating the offer this beast had made....
“I...am Crven.”
His simple smile had broken through the facade she had presented to the assassin. While she had been brazen under his gaze she felt bare beneath Thors....Kindness it seemed would be the thing to break her. Her eyes cast carelessly to the first arrival...but he was no longer her interest....kindness it turned out....could be quite addictive. “You.....would have me?”
