Deli
mare | mustang x arabian | red roan | 15.1
She had promised not to waver under his cruel gaze. The stallion held no emotion, simply sizing her up it seemed. She knew what he saw, the way her body had changed and the fact her tempermant was not that of a saddened child anymore. If only she could keep us this false act forever. Their staredown seemed to go on forever, even as he spoke, but when his eyes took on a different gleam the mare was the first to look away, her tail flicking to and fro uneasily. It was hard not to be unsettled by the brute.
Hearing his hooves pull free from mud and move towards her, she didn't dare try to dart away from him as he slid by. She simply took his touching, shivering against his warmth. His words slowly sunk in as he came around to her side. The way they were standing was familiar, though she said nothing of it. Moving her head, her dark eyes narrow on his form, that cruel smile of his. Fellie clearly knew he had her, pointing out her lack of home and sending all sorts of shivers throughout her body. He was a crafty beast.
"You offering such a thing Fellie? You don't seem the type," she softly muses, almost to herself. "Could i find a life with you; here in this swamp land?" She turns her head further back, neck stretching, to run her lips along his neck, teeth grazing his skin. Her swollen barrel presses to his slimmer one, their foal kicking in its own protests.
"Perhaps i'll stay," she finally decides, not wanting to truly admit defeat. "Your playing a dangerous game and i'll play along until the end." Her lips curl up at the corners as her jaws part, teeth now pinching at his skin. She was putting enough pressure on the flesh to break through, to draw blood. Her eyes glint mischievously as she pulls back after a few mintues have passed; she dose't even check to see if red trickled down his neck yet. She was feeling playful and a bit dangerous as she pressed into him more.
and now she waited. He was afterall the lead player here and she was to be a willing victim.
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