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Force-claiming is allowed here once a week per character, as is blocking force-claims by the Peak/Lagoon (as a whole) once a week. Rollover is on Sundays.
Posted on May 19, 2020 at 05:56:01 AM by Solomon
Solomon
It is perhaps, not his strongest opening here in the Commons, if he was being honest. While sincere, the compliment is stilted, made awkward by the warring in his mind. Honeyed promises are not foreign to his lips, but he'd much rather use his lips to trace along the gorgeous hide she wears. Chasing her to the Cove with a forced claim and a snake of his head would be much faster, and much safer. Probably more rewarding for him, but ultimately would likely not endear her to him. And while he does not seek her love, he will have her loyalty.
There is a sensible lilt to her voice, a no-nonsense vibe that radiates from her in a way that he appreciates. Her words are calm, and he acknowledges her introduction with an inclination of his aristocratic head and a grin that is slow to spread across his lips. He notices her shift away from him, and the slightly belated way her hoof tilts after she does so.
Admiringly his gaze trailed back up her body to her face as she continued talking, and the grin bleeds into something larger as the seemingly bashful girl responds to his flirtation with some of her own. Solomon does not need further invitation, and with a chuckle that rumbles from deep in his chest, he closes the narrowed distance that she left between them and aligns the lean shape of his body against her own. He couldn't help but to stretch his muzzle out to her shoulder, finally caving to the temptation that has bothered him since he had first spotted the golden girl. Gently he touches her, trailing the soft skin of his lips against her until he reaches the gentle swell of her withers, where his teeth scraped gently against the skin there. He does not bite, nor draw blood, as he might have on other days but it is a claim as far as he is concerned.
"I would be happy to help you out, Collie." Her name rolls in his mouth, a budding fondness to the way the syllables roll from his tongue. Solomon pulls away from her skin to once more return his head to it's natural position. "Perhaps though, we should venture to the Cove first."
There is a brief pause as he says this, his verdant gaze focused on her to read the reaction to his words. "Then, I promise, Columbina, to remove the offending salt from every beautiful inch of you."
Solomon takes a solitary step forward, a cheeky grin spreading across his lips. The thought of showing her his home, of tracing her proud figure with his lips and tongue, only make his possessive nature flare. There were certainly far worse ways to spend a spring afternoon than with such beautiful company and it took more of his self control than he necessarily wanted to spend to not rush her away, to the safety and protection his Tinuvel home offered.
There is a sensible lilt to her voice, a no-nonsense vibe that radiates from her in a way that he appreciates. Her words are calm, and he acknowledges her introduction with an inclination of his aristocratic head and a grin that is slow to spread across his lips. He notices her shift away from him, and the slightly belated way her hoof tilts after she does so.
Admiringly his gaze trailed back up her body to her face as she continued talking, and the grin bleeds into something larger as the seemingly bashful girl responds to his flirtation with some of her own. Solomon does not need further invitation, and with a chuckle that rumbles from deep in his chest, he closes the narrowed distance that she left between them and aligns the lean shape of his body against her own. He couldn't help but to stretch his muzzle out to her shoulder, finally caving to the temptation that has bothered him since he had first spotted the golden girl. Gently he touches her, trailing the soft skin of his lips against her until he reaches the gentle swell of her withers, where his teeth scraped gently against the skin there. He does not bite, nor draw blood, as he might have on other days but it is a claim as far as he is concerned.
"I would be happy to help you out, Collie." Her name rolls in his mouth, a budding fondness to the way the syllables roll from his tongue. Solomon pulls away from her skin to once more return his head to it's natural position. "Perhaps though, we should venture to the Cove first."
There is a brief pause as he says this, his verdant gaze focused on her to read the reaction to his words. "Then, I promise, Columbina, to remove the offending salt from every beautiful inch of you."
Solomon takes a solitary step forward, a cheeky grin spreading across his lips. The thought of showing her his home, of tracing her proud figure with his lips and tongue, only make his possessive nature flare. There were certainly far worse ways to spend a spring afternoon than with such beautiful company and it took more of his self control than he necessarily wanted to spend to not rush her away, to the safety and protection his Tinuvel home offered.
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- // masquerade, every face a different shade; - By columbina May 22, 2020 at 00:05:39 AM
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