Posted on December 23, 2019 at 09:31:20 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. She can feel the stallion's cold blue eyes all over her, maybe for the first time, in this specific kind of way. This is the first real conversation they'd had that wasn't steeped in bickering and insults. Tavas knew that she was mostly to blame for their more hostile interactions, but she'd never go on record admitting to that. The palomino mare felt a little strange... being so calm and transparent in his presence. And she'd be lying if she said she wasn't intrigued by his interest in her. The doting and the attention was a welcomed reprieve. His next words bring a simper of a smile to her lips, and her eyes bat at him with a newfound warmth. He knew just the right thing to say. Tavas breathes a heavy sigh then, allowing the weight of her problems to slip softly off her back, if only for a moment. Then she returned her gold-flecked gaze to Bjorn. Her features are soft now, and attentive. She's taking him in, truly, if for the first time. Her ears flick forward as he described how he felt when Requiem visited, and Tavas could feel something in her gut tighten. She liked this feeling... of Bjorn perhaps being a bit jealous. He keeps talking, but Tavas is hardly listening anymore. Instead she take a few steps forward to close the gap between them, and nickers softly when she's within a close enough proximity that she can feel his warm exhales against her golden skin. It sends a shiver down her spine. Tavas looks up at him with her big, round eyes and extends her muzzle to drape softly against his neck, and then to press into his chest. Her nostrils flare as she breathes in his scent, the moment only lasting a few seconds, before she backs away. She explains nothing, but merely sighs again. Internally, she's assessing how being close to the stallion makes her feel. There's a newfound longing there, but she's not sure if she trusts it. So she forces her mind to focus on other things. Tavas flicks her wavy, blonde tail over her haunches as she stares at the Icelandic stallion. "So what makes you trust Warsaw so much?" She asks with a skeptical eye. She was clearly curious, giving the looming war Bjorn had committed his herd to. "You feel like you know him well enough to risk all this?" She poses, her eyes glancing around the elevated, vast Ridge terrain, and the herd grazing in a low lying area in the distance. "Because if I were you, I'd be damn sure." T A V A S Palomino | Mare | Vita Nova x Nephilim | 15h | Photo © Carina Mailwald |©Vinyl |
