Meadow

The soft smile on her lips lingers. Deep auburn ooids transfix upon the glacier colors of his own. Paper thin nostrils flare as the russet princess lets his thick testosterone soaked scent envelop her. Small dished sonars flicker back and forth amid the wind swept tangle of silver white mane. There was something odd about him, odd to her at least. He moved with the fluid grace of one familiar with these lands, one who knew them better than she herself despite the foreign scents that clung to his skin. For a moment she ponders the possibility that the words he spoke could indeed be true. At least in his own way.

A coy smile responds to his words, dark brown eyes glitter in the bright sunshine as she meets his sure tones with her own. "Danger... stranger... it is all the same." she changed, her voice sing song in delivery as she takes a prancing step forward. Sleek copper colored serpentine arches elegantly as maw extends towards his pausing inches from his own, her lips quivering at the feel of his hot breath against her own and the tickle of his whiskers against her skin. Playful eyes glitter as dark lashes blink slowly over curious eyes. He was a strange one, strange, but still there was a strength in him that caused those long buried urges to suddenly arise. She knew that such thoughts should not even linger in the back of her mind. Father had a plan for her, he always did. Thinking of him now sent a sort of cold water rush over her skin, destroying whatever excitement that burned through her loins.

He remarks that she is teasing him and this time Nyimara cannot help but to laugh aloud, her voice a soft tinkling upon the winds. A devious smirk tugs her lips upward into a smile as delicately shaped facade his lifted to allow eyes to meet his bright eyes. "I assure you that I have no idea what you mean." she purrs, long silken whipcord lashing lightly against her flanks as she circles him now, her skin brushing ever so slightly against his blue gray coat. She bumps her small muzzle against his own again before withdrawing a few dancing steps away from him, elegantly arched neck angled towards him as she stops. Twin audits flicker at the sounds of his husky voice. He wanted her name. "You ask alot for a stranger..." she teases, flicking long silver cream tail once before continuing. "Nyimara... Nya if you wish." she breathes examining him closely. "What are you called?"

OOC: blah forgive the crapness next will be better i swear.