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Posted on September 24, 2023 at 07:08:12 PM by bab
nomius (x apollo)
OOC - Discord Confirmed Acceptance
Apollo vs. Cyrene
Proof of Prowess - Bragging Rights (Cyrene will not gain XP due to already having Practiced)
Cyrene Intro/Attack - Apollo Defend/Attack - Cyrene Defend
He had not forsaken her, it was true, but neither had he done much to win her. Too inclined to his grudge against the white ankled Achilles, distracted by the doings of his old rival instead of his chosen mare; the brindled gold and white painted father of her firstborn son had not garnered her submission to his will in the season.
When he had returned, Nomius was playing a ways off, and the look on his face told her enough of his intention. Her eyes were, for now, locked on the blue eyed Apollo with his amorous intention rather than the white boy she had birthed him in the spring. He was not ugly, not weak. He was not damaged, nor did his genes inflict hardship on his spawn. It was only that his obsession with the past had made him inattentive. Such an accusation did not remove his rights from him to try and woo her, but it certainly did not mean she would so easily succumb. .
It is only after his approach that he might have expected her lack of cooperation, her body remaining still even until he had brushed his white and pink muzzle down her side. He always had thought himself a smooth talker, after all, and her displeasure at not being his first acquisition of the season only made her response all the more… expressive. He had almost had an angle on her, when she responded, a shrill whinny slicing out of her nostrils as his forelegs were leveraged off the ground by his neck’s purchase over her back.
Her white forelegs flex straight up into her chest and neck, hinging her back to upset his brace across her haunches and to give room so that she might kick out with violent intent. Her hooves aim for the soft underbelly and the tender bits just past the round underside of his barrel, a testament to her malcontentment. Her hopes are to give him something to think about. She hopes to ensure that he might think twice, in the coming years, when he thought to satisfy himself elsewhere before giving her what she was owed.
Her hooves then met earth again and she began to pivot herself to better face him, knowing that he would not easily be turned aside despite her displeasure.