Even here, so close to the herd that rested in the trees, the stink of their oestrus still thick in the air and the stallion's knowledge of their heat, he was more interested in the dark skinned woman with the silvery hair. He was so close to her here in the trees, and breathing in her scent was a trial; a test of will. The red stallion knows better than to strip her of her innocence in his own home, but he wants desperately to take her and possess all of her... and it would be so easy to overpower her in the darkness here.

Yet he doesn't. Instead he stands with his face hanging close to hers, his darkened nostrils spreading outwardly as he breathes deeply, the devilish look on his face hidden thanks to the lack of light and the shadows that have gathered under the trees. She says his name, and his ears come forwards, completely enraptured in her voice and what she has to say, listening in silence as she speaks. This lair was his home, one that he was rightfully proud of, and he was glad that he had managed to bring her back here- this meant she would not, or perhaps could not, leave without his permission or allowance.

When Daedra turns her head from him and appears to survey their surroundings he inches closer again, this time letting his dark lips hang near the black skin on her neck under her soft, silvery mane. Standing so close to her, he breathes in, tasting the soft, saltiness of her skin that is barely an inch from his muzzle. Vercingetorix is at a bit of a loss of what to do, and when she turns back to him with a mischeivous glint in her dark eyes, he gets excited. Her words are tempting and seem to taunt him. Oh, how he wants to take her now!

Instead, he shifts his weight and plays her game with her. “I could.” Vercingetorix says quietly, lifting his head so to speak in her ear softly, letting the tone of his voice do the talking for him.

stallion, red dun, crossbreed, fifteen and one hands, russell.