Meadow

A soft breeze ruffles the grass around them, he can feel it's cool breath along his muscled nape. He notices the tenseness in her muscles as his voice fills the space between them. What had she expected? Did she expect an onslaught of brunt teeth and kicking hooves? She was a jumpy lass. He closes the distance between them, to insure their conversation could be easily heard by one another. She did not waver, nor show any semblance of fear as she spoke.

Correct. She was correct, there was nothing more dangerous than a stranger. Strangers were unpredictable, they had their own agendas. "Good thing then, that I am not a dangerous type." His words rumble from deep within his throat. He had no need to harm her, nor did he see a purpose to harming a woman. He had seen his fair share of pillaging, none that he had personally partaken in, nor would he ever.

She steps boldly towards him, her honey sweet perfume floods his senses, her voice teasingly assures him that she is far from a lady. Crystal blue eyes take in her curves, her delicate features, she was all lady. "Woman, you tease me." He could feel the warmth of her skin, she lingers so close. He lifts his thick skull higher onto his muscled neck, showing her the bulging muscles of his crest. "What are you called?" He inquires.