Meadow

Her lithe body rigid with muscle beneath a glossy exterior, she is the picture of refined wrath wrapped in grace and poise and she meets the stallion face to face. So rarely does she show such emotion, rarely needing to utilize anything other than what her feminine wiles so easily accomplish, yet in the bleary state of having just been awoken her temper was easily flared. Solomon, the poor, unwitting recipient of her anger and yet someone who should consider himself lucky to have garnered her attention, however negative it may seem. She is pleased to see admiration in his eyes as she indicates that the perfectly groomed presentation he is witnessing does not happen either easily or by chance. The leggy woman deserved no less than such appreciation, and as the weight of his gaze settles over her curvaceous figure it stokes a fire of a different kind, one she was much more familiar with employing and her features relax marginally as she steps towards him.

The heat of his body is welcoming against the cool night as she offers to accept his apology for such an intrusion if he could make it worth her while. For a moment she had forgotten the season, forgotten the tidal wave of hormones which made men so pliable at the faintest swish of her tail. She was not unaware of the dangers this could pose to her sex, yet she was so familiar with leading a stallion where she wanted him to go there was little concern for her own safety. Instead as the wicked smile appears on his face her own body swayed invitingly. His words were like honey to her delicate ears, a purr would have no doubt been elicited from her lips were such a thing possible as she preened beneath his flattery. It was the perfect move to make on his part to wash the last remnants of her ire away, those emotions so readily traded for more favorable ones without care.

She lets the words wash over her, that blithe smile growing as her amber eyes sparked in the dim light. “Then we should be thankful for the night, it would be such a shame to lose you so soon.” Her voice dramatically softened in the wake of her anger, clinging to those words so they are laden with intimate ambiguity. Her slender neck arches gracefully as he steps towards her, reaching her dark nose to meet the pale contrast of his own as their breaths mix in the stillness of near-dawn. From such vantage point she can better appreciate the thick muscle that lurked beneath his painted form, broad features of his face so expressive as they revealed his intent so openly.

His whispered offer felt against the velveteen softness of her cheek as she regarded him behind thick lashes. “It seems only proper for you to atone for such sin.” Her eyes narrow mischievously around the last word, letting her ebony nose travel with a feathers weight from down the thick strappings of his neck. Perhaps she had finally found someone on these islands worthy of valuing her. Surely his demonstrations on her lithe body would be indication enough.