There is a mixture of suspicion and irritation that becomes quite apparent in the smoky black stallion as she slides into the space next to him. He is curious of her, which had been her intention from the very beginning. In her mind, a cheshire grin slides across the beast’s lips. This is exactly what she had hoped for from the start.
His pale azul eyes rise to meet her as a deep tenured laugh rumbles from his broad chest. The sound was oddly pleasing to her and despite her attempt to appear aloof and indifferent to his presence, Nyimara felt an odd emotion warming the blood in her veins. ’Something tells me I need not bother.’ he replies and a mischievous smirk curves across her velvet lips. He could try, it might even be fun to watch…. Until that trying attracted the attention she suggested. Then she would need to step in and intervene. He was hers. She had already decided that. Dark lashes blink slowly over auburn eyes as she tilts her finely chiseled head towards him. ”Perhaps you're right.” she murmurs. ’I don’t share.’ The last bit she keeps to herself but if history taught her anything it was how true that statement was. Bjorn’s constant straying attention had first awoken the gnawing flames of jealousy and from there well, everyone knew exactly how that worked out. She had gone from a flirtatious, naive young mare to the battle hardened queen she was today.
He arches his neck, strong muscles rippling beneath his chocolate skin. Invisible zephyrs finger the ends of his obsidian mane as he stretches his muzzle towards her. She leans towards him, uncoiling her own serpentine to allow velvet labrums to linger close enough to his own that the coarse whiskers on his muzzle tickle her own. His scent is thick with testosterone and salt water, proof enough that he was a newcomer here. Yet, he surveys the land with confidence that is hard to find. Oddly appealing.
The purr of his voice is alluring and Nyimara resists the urge to trace along the hard edge of his jaw. Instead, she retracts her muzzle and blinks up at him coquettishly. ”I would hope easy isn’t your type but you never know these days.” she replies with an impish giggle of her own. ”What is your name?” she asks, intrigue coloring the usually hard flavor of her voice.