Meadow

The two of them made quite the unique pair, each sizing the other up, both considering themselves the better half to the other. There was a determination in his eyes, a spark that glimmered in the deep recesses of his dark eyes. It thrilled her. She tried to blame the season, to blame the heat that flooded through her veins and heated her loins. Then he smiled. It was a dashing smile, a rouge grin filled with lustful determination and she is sure that it goes beyond that. A game of cat and mouse. Though she was not quite sure she was the mouse.

His words are spoken softly, thick and graveled with tension. A gleam of amusement dances in her gaze, following the stallion's eyes as he hungrily devoured the curves and contours of her body. A devious smile plays upon her own lips now as she takes a few slow paces towards him. Dark auburn gaze savors the same courtesy, admiring the obvious features that stood out now. Though she saw not the smallest mare around, she still had a tendency to be taller than most of her old herd. However standing near him now, Harmonica could not help but appreciate the height that allowed him the ability to gaze down upon her own. Where he was covered in hard muscles built for battle, she was daintier with slender sloping shoulders and supple womanly hips that promised healthy foals. She was built for speed and agility, built for breeding and cunning and yet she dared not give another the satisfaction of besting her, of claiming her. Never before did she consider conforming to the social dynamics of herd life... until now.

He moves nearer. Instinctively muscles draw tight, ears flexing backward in warning. He stretches towards her now, the whiskers along his jaw causing the white splashed copper of her skin to shiver with pleasure and anticipation. Weight shifts along her spine to allow a single hind leg to cock in warning, expecting him to continue his trail further along her body towards the base of her tail. Instead, he moves towards her shoulder. His hot, fetid breath lingers along her body like a lover's caress.

If she had brows, one would be raised in a high arch at the sight of his widening grin, his expression and demeanor rivaling those of mythology’s greatest tricksters. Her stubbornness wouldn’t allow her to turn back despite her desire to cave to the carnal hunger that painted a vivid picture in her mind. A wicked grin plays upon her lips now as she arches her slender neck, ashen labrums grazing the twitching whiskers along his own. "Fairer than some I'm sure. However it takes more than a pretty face to impress me fly boy" she taunts, ears pressing forward amid the tangle of brilliant russet tendrils.

Slowly she takes a step towards him, leaning into the brush of his lips long enough to trail his muzzle against her own, shivering against the exotic sensations that coursed through her veins at his touch. "What would you do to have my body beneath yours. she whispers, snaking her head forward to breath her own hot breathe against the tiny hairs that lined his ears. "What would you do to see your foal swell my belly?" she teases, brushing her white dappled skin against his own, curling tightly against his body like a cat might twin itself around it's master's heels. She moves to his other side now, forcing distance to seperate the two. Proud head tilts back to him now, copper banner flicking towards his muzzle as her own delicate fascade rises seductively. "What would you do to claim me?"