Meadow

She never expected to be left on her own for long. Not with the damned scents of autumn still lingering like a beacon upon her skin. Males could be some of the most predictable creatures in her book, regardless of how many times she bared her teeth or glared her dark eyes always they kept coming. It must be something about a pretty face.

Movement catches her eyes moments before he slide from the treeline to intercept her chosen path. Now she could easily turn tail and search for another path less traveled, perhaps she might even have done were she not to catch his words.

She makes no move to return his greeting regardless how untraditional it might be. No, instead she was content to study him as she might a juicy-looking apple. He was tall and powerful, his body alone distinct even if the rest of his appearance were not so unusual, or at least not flashy with dizzying markings. To her, his beauty lay in the simplicity of his appearance with nothing to distract from his considerable height or the perfect conformation of each muscle. He was as if a sculptor had chiseled a smooth piece of sandstone, and lined it with prominent vein of white marble. She would not mind tracing those white outlines beneath the dark tendrils of his mane but there was something akin to smug upon his lips. The glint of his eyes screamed confidence and well, Harmony was not about to let that go to his head. It just was not fair.

Small cupped ears perk amid the tangle of her own platinum locks as he begins to circle her slowly until she feels certain he has covered every inch of her body with his gaze. That intensity had a way of heating the fires in her loins whether she wanted it or not. Suddenly she remembered she was supposed to be angry with him as he drew closer, and her face became stony in its own right. Flat and apathetic. But it was difficult to feel unappreciated when he eyed her own body with such…appreciation.

A venomous smile traces the fine lines of her muzzle as a single ear swivels towards him. "Not nearly enough apparently." she coos, her lilted tones inviting as the sway of her hips as she angles her body away from him. Proud head lifts defiantly, "Seems the whole look but don't touch phrase is a foreign concept around here." she replies, her tones sharp and hard as a knife. She would be no one's victim. Secretly the roguish smile upon his lips made the blood pulse through her veins at a rapid pace. It pleased her greatly... but she would never admit it.

She inclines her head towards him now, thick whipcord flicking in a lazy pattern against the womanly curve of her snow dappled hips. "Here to try you luck too I take it?" she purrs sleek neckline arching as mahogany gaze settles upon his own, ready to rise to whatever playful banter that now bespelled him.

Let the games begin again.