Posted on June 27, 2012 at 00:22:27 AM by ragnfridr
" Ragnfrir. " She said sternly to the stallion's question. From what she had formerly been doing, she turned her attention back to him; an without sizing him up, she actually allows herself to take notice to his form. Compared to her, he was quite a large stallion. He was far taller than she was. Taller than most. Appropriate, she thought. The toughest and largest male claiming ownership of her.. " It means Battlemaiden. " She replied, perhaps a little less abbrassive, " I was named for my valor to defend my youngest sister from the claws and teeth of a lion upon the island of Salem. "
It was probably the most he's ever heard her say -- and probably will continue to be, at least for a while. Ragnfridr was not known for talking. Not more than she had to. IF she had to -- and at times, it was questionable, even then. Just a while prior to their entrance to the forest was proof of that.
Bondurant could tell the buckskin mare was getting more relaxed, as her form was no longer quote so bulged and locked. Finally, the mare came around, approaching the stallion once more. She presses her whiskered, velvet nose against his neck. Her hot breath pressd into his skin, finally drawing in the raw of his scent. She smelt of fresh and cool air, rain, and distant pine. Her lips peeled back, yellowed teeth nibbling at his coat, freeing loose hair and dirt..
---------------------------------the battle maiden
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