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she has laid herself out, like a shining silver platter of hors d’oeuvres, and it is not long before someone cannot keep her from their lips. he is surprisingly handsome, she muses, watching the way the stallion sets his course. he seems so confident. and so is she.

marzanna would have both it seemed… the stinging pleasure of teeth marking her flesh followed by a velvet caress. the golden mare doesn’t shirk away from his touch. she leans into it, by all accounts. having staked his claim, one she doesn’t bother disputing, for the moment, the tall stallion steps back. her ears flick forward, mildly interested in what he had to say. her blue eyes, framed with thick white lashes, rest prettily on his grin, showering him with the attention he seems to crave so desperately.

darling? well this could get interesting… she steps forward, into his space, knowing that her scent is as intoxicating as a drug in the current season…one golden ear fixes forward, on his voice, as she listens to his excuse…his witty banter, and one skirts low into the nest of ashy mane at her crown. perhaps she would play a game.

marzanna eyes him appraisingly, stepping close enough to run her pale muzzle along his side. her voice is breathy and sweet as she replies. ”you could call me a number of things, darling. but i am marzanna.” he seems worried, she thinks… his crooked grin interrupted, his green eyes flitting to the treeline ever few seconds…but then, they have only been alone for a moment before his worry manifests itself.

the blue roan skids to a stop before them and her mind whirls effortlessly. pale blue eyes trace the newcomers features, wondering, trying to discern why he had chosen her to save… didn’t he know that sooner or later everyone would come to be claimed? still, she plays along. she steps gracefully from solomon’s side, letting the heat of her body press against him as she steps away. she wants him to feel the loss. in the next moment she is touching her pallid muzzle to raider’s shoulder, stroking the steady line to his withers. a hero have we?

he doesn’t have time to answer before another enters their midst. my, what a crowd she had drawn today. the painted grullo stallion approaches coolly, clearly familiar with the others who had approached her. with all the pomp and circumstance of a queen she addresses him, tipping her golden crown in greeting. ”i thank you for your welcome. and you think me worthy of joining the spectacle for yourself or have you just come to comment on it?

marzanna approaches him, lowering her stately head to exchange a quivering breath with the stranger. her eyes flit back toward solomon curious how the stallion will react to the newcomers. ”we were just discussing the state of my future… it seems i’m free to choose my host now, thanks to you” she eyes raider appreciatively, enjoying the opportunity that he has thrown at her hooves.

the scent of her heat is strong, and the golden mare knows this is a game that can have serious consequences… she did not want a foal. she would not have one, but she can play this game of chicken. she knew she would win. she turns to look back at solomon, ice blue eyes batting their white lashes with false innocence. my villain did not seem so threatening though? i suppose i could be persuaded. what does my suitor offer?

marzanna steps away from the trio, a tendril of platinum mane falling delicately over her face as she stretches to her full height. she stands with her tail slightly lifted and each large round hoof carefully in place. with steady eyes she invites them to look. to see the way her velvet gilded hide curves gracefully and dramatically over a soft round hip, to drink in the elegant curve of her arched neck. what was she worth, she dared them to answer?