Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on July 28, 2020 at 03:05:29 AM by Solomon
Solomon
Like Solomon, the exquisite creature next to him knew of her own worth, and had no intention of letting him forget it. Mares like Talisa never needed to fear being forgotten or overlooked. A simple arch of an eyebrow would be enough to send most men running to do her bidding, eager to prostrate themselves and offer whatever services she requested, if only to earn an iota of her attention. A switch of her tail would be enough to draw his attention to where the strands sang through the autumn air, to follow the demanding snap with hungry eyes.
Even as she trembles at his touch, she demands her own pound of flesh and he knows that she will not come to him easily.
A dark-rimmed ear tips back to her as she speaks, and he chuckles against her again. The idea of future, repeated, long drawn out penances seemed like a very small price to pay for her company beside him in the Cove and he hums in reflected pleasure at the thought. All too easily he could imagine taking the fierce bay mare to the ridge of the mountains of his home, where the view was widest and the sunrise magnificent. He could imagine the way the soft browns of her coat - so muted here in the fading moonlight - would gleam with copper and gold in the morning rays.
She pauses as the realization of his offer falls upon her ears and he can practically hear the malicious chuckle that accompanies the backwards look she gives him, and a smirk twists his lips. A huff of displeasure escapes him as she dances away from his touch, and the proud arch of his neck pulls taut again with ears that tip back unhappily. The last thing that he wanted was for any distance to separate them, especially after she'd taunted him so thoroughly only moments before.
The bay mare expertly slides the facade of an innocent girl over her face, and his lips quirk in amusement. They both know she is no nubile filly here on her first commons trip. No, he knew well that she was far too skilled in this game of seduction to be new to this game, but he lets her have this illusion. It's a fun one to imagine anyway, even if it is not based in truth.
Cheekily he stretches toward her without touching her again, eyes glinting with playfulness. "If I am the first to make such an offer it's only because you are too beautiful for the average man to endure without crumbling into a pit of self-doubt."
He leans into the soft caress of her muzzle against his cheek, though he does not take his eyes off of her. There is a part of him that thinks she will lead him away on some sort of chase to prove his worth, and at any rate, he couldn't look away from her even if he wanted to. Tipping his head in mock formality as though he were a courtier come to woo her, Solomon offers words sheathed in pomp and dripping with mirth. "Forgive me for such an oversight, miss. My name is Solomon, of the Cove. It's a pleasure to meet you on such a fine night, even if you did shout at me by way of greeting."
He chuckles, his eyes glittering with amusement as he continues to match his affect to her own. "MIght I have your name, fair lady?"
He tosses his head, glad to play with her but even more eager to drop the false act. Solomon is not the type of stallion to be easily mistaken for a gentleman. One pale leg stretches forward as he steps closer, working bit by bit to close the distance between them once more. Boldly he brushes upward along her feminine cheekbone, the touch slow and sensual despite.
"Does that mean you think I'm pretty?" Solomon whispers in her ear with a wicked grin before withdrawing with a switch of his tail.
Even as she trembles at his touch, she demands her own pound of flesh and he knows that she will not come to him easily.
A dark-rimmed ear tips back to her as she speaks, and he chuckles against her again. The idea of future, repeated, long drawn out penances seemed like a very small price to pay for her company beside him in the Cove and he hums in reflected pleasure at the thought. All too easily he could imagine taking the fierce bay mare to the ridge of the mountains of his home, where the view was widest and the sunrise magnificent. He could imagine the way the soft browns of her coat - so muted here in the fading moonlight - would gleam with copper and gold in the morning rays.
She pauses as the realization of his offer falls upon her ears and he can practically hear the malicious chuckle that accompanies the backwards look she gives him, and a smirk twists his lips. A huff of displeasure escapes him as she dances away from his touch, and the proud arch of his neck pulls taut again with ears that tip back unhappily. The last thing that he wanted was for any distance to separate them, especially after she'd taunted him so thoroughly only moments before.
The bay mare expertly slides the facade of an innocent girl over her face, and his lips quirk in amusement. They both know she is no nubile filly here on her first commons trip. No, he knew well that she was far too skilled in this game of seduction to be new to this game, but he lets her have this illusion. It's a fun one to imagine anyway, even if it is not based in truth.
Cheekily he stretches toward her without touching her again, eyes glinting with playfulness. "If I am the first to make such an offer it's only because you are too beautiful for the average man to endure without crumbling into a pit of self-doubt."
He leans into the soft caress of her muzzle against his cheek, though he does not take his eyes off of her. There is a part of him that thinks she will lead him away on some sort of chase to prove his worth, and at any rate, he couldn't look away from her even if he wanted to. Tipping his head in mock formality as though he were a courtier come to woo her, Solomon offers words sheathed in pomp and dripping with mirth. "Forgive me for such an oversight, miss. My name is Solomon, of the Cove. It's a pleasure to meet you on such a fine night, even if you did shout at me by way of greeting."
He chuckles, his eyes glittering with amusement as he continues to match his affect to her own. "MIght I have your name, fair lady?"
He tosses his head, glad to play with her but even more eager to drop the false act. Solomon is not the type of stallion to be easily mistaken for a gentleman. One pale leg stretches forward as he steps closer, working bit by bit to close the distance between them once more. Boldly he brushes upward along her feminine cheekbone, the touch slow and sensual despite.
"Does that mean you think I'm pretty?" Solomon whispers in her ear with a wicked grin before withdrawing with a switch of his tail.
Replies:
- thinking everything's about me - By talisa August 4, 2020 at 02:53:11 AM
- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon August 17, 2020 at 10:24:27 AM
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