he had never really thought about what he might be leaving behind when he stepped foot on these new islands. it was behind him, and he didn’t feel like dredging up (heh, get it?) the murky waters of his past. to some, it was their motivation for swimming across the briny sea, crashing through waves, risking their lives to reach the sandy shore. for him, it was just a new adventure that he couldn’t wait to begin. and soon, he would pass through here like he had all the other places. he would meet women who claimed to love him and men who wanted to fight him (and sometimes the reverse).
But he had yet to meet anyone he couldn’t seduce into submission.
Though his instincts tell him the mare he is face to face with now might take awhile to convince that he is actually a charming gentleman.
”oh dear… that is awkward indeed… you must have lost track of your bearings then? in fact i don’t see your grass anywhere..”
he throws his head back and lets out a bellow, the laugh rumbling deep in his chest. Her ears flatten against her skull and for the briefest of moments he sees the fury in her gaze; a quick glimpse into what may only be a small portion of her anger. As he well knows, women have no limit to their temper (especially this one, it seems). But in the next moment her eyes soften, her sneer turns into a simperingly sweet smile. He feels her lips trail against his flesh, and he does all he can not to shiver at her touch. He arches his neck before he can lean into the gentleness of her caress. (he forgot how good it felt to be touched, to be
if you were looking for your head, however, I could point you in the right direction. perhaps with some begging i might help you extricate it from your ass. it’s very difficult to tell them apart but i wouldn’t mind helping to sort you out.
"feisty, eh?" his lips curl into a crooked grin.
"no, no, no. no need to help at all, i wouldn’t want to distract you from your grass thieving. It is tiring work, afterall, extracting heads from asses. Wouldn’t want a pretty thing like you to get your hooves dirty."
"...speech"
six years. georgian grande mutt. silver grullo pintaloosa. seventeen hands. of nowhere.