Posted on October 25, 2019 at 07:53:05 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. The dainty palomino mare stands coolly in Requiem's presence. She watches as he squirms a bit under his gaze. His mouth opens to speak, but the words don't come out. It just makes the smirk on her lips grow wider... At almost three years old, Tavas didn't know how to describe this feeling - the emotions that Requiem made her feel, just by standing there and gawking at her. But she liked it. He made her feel powerful, even if in turn it made him feel powerless. It made whatever awkward feelings of this force arrangement begin to dissipate and fade away. With a flick of her blonde tail, she began to grow impatient of his sputtering starts. She watches as he begins to move, and slowly drape his nose toward her shoulder. At first, the mare tenses up, and her head rises higher over her shoulders. But she allows him to approach, her gold-flecked eyes following him carefully. But when she feels his hot breaths against her hide, a shiver runs down the length of her spine. She couldn't hide the smile that tugged at the corner of her lips, and followed him curiously as they began to walk deeper into the terrain. They walk quietly for some time, and Tavas takes in the surroundings. Her nostrils fill with the scents of pine and evergreen, with damp, rich earth. The terrain is expansive. One golden ear lobe swivels to the side when she catches his question. She bobs her head eagerly in response. "It's pretty." She says, eyeing him for a second longer as they walk. "What's it like living alone here?" T A V A S Palomino | Mare | Vita Nova x Nephilim | 15h | Photo © Carina Mailwald |©Vinyl |
