The Lost Islands
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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

Not all who wander are lost;



Despite herself and the promise that she would not linger here too long, Ny found herself quite caught up in observing a nearby could. Twin ears perk amid the tangled web of her silver white tresses as she fights to catch the duo's quiet tones. She was sure that it was nothing but broken promises to be made between stallion and his potential target, but nonetheless she found the approach of wooing a mare with false promises and empty bravado rather intriguing. It was far from the approach she had seen father demonstrate. He usually just took what he wanted when he wanted it. She had learned from a fairly young age that he rather preferred that his mares understood their place and that was beneath him. Children? well children were useful or so he told her time and time again. Colts could be trained to guard and protect what was his, fillies... well she knew all to well his intentions of making her a pawn in some chess match. The game? that she did not know but for him to want to keep her close, that said enough.

His rough voice startles her. Instinctively she tenses, ready to feel the lash of teeth or the determined bump of claim but he is not that close. Twin audits swivel backwards as finely shaped head turns to meet his glacier gaze with her own auburn pools. For a moment she remains silent, drinking in the sight of the battle worn stallion and fighting off any lingering urges of estrogen that begin to arise. It was too soon for all of that. He was a stallion father might have approved of, his scars worn proudly though his eyes gaze nothing away. His speech is lilted with a strange accent foreign to her ears and alluring in its own way but she makes no remark of it. Instead she offers him the smallest semblance of a smile, her long silver tail flicking idly towards him. "There is nothing more dangerous than a stranger" she purrs, her own lilted tone smooth as honey coated venom. A single brow raises as she takes a bold step towards him,neck out stretched as paper thin nostrils flare, inhaling his testosterone thick perfume. "I am far from lady like I assure you." she teases, a mischievous smile tugging the corners of her lips upwards.
Nyimara
all that glitters is not gold;
pic courtesy of teen--wolf @ deviantart


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