Meadow

How she had missed this, the charged atmosphere and gravity that came from meeting someone who could rise to her level. Their clandestine exchange bathed in the cool moonlight which only seemed to fan the flames that he ignited within her at his touch. She was used to stallions being willing to do whatever it took to gain her favor, but it was far fewer who were found worthy afterwards though they all should count themselves lucky to have had the chance at all. The pale stallion before her however seemed more than up to the task, eager even as the laid his amber nose across the satin curves of her slender body though it was clear he had an agenda of his own. She would have expected no less of him, all stallions seemingly born to think themselves the most important thing on the planet, and yet as a woman they labeled her conceited. or vain. A double standard, but Talisa could not have cared less, never for a day had she doubted her self-worth born and bred to be a queen. She had been fated to be part of someone’s collection someday, a pretty figuring placed on the shelf and she had accepted it, but it did not mean she would not make them work for it.

The displeasure on his features as she dances away from him is evident, though it only brings a simper to her delicate features. She is happy to tease, happy to make him realize just how far from easy it would be for him to be able to call her his own. Not that she was opposed to it, but she had found that men appreciated things more when they had to put in the effort. Casually she eyes him in the wake of her performance, feigning that innocence that she could not possibly accept his offer knowing so little about him; as if anything so mundane as a name would have influence over her decision. He seemed to recover from his irritation easily enough, a good trait for anyone trying to keep up with her to have even as the playful light returns to his eyes.

Flattery is an obvious skill he possesses in spades and she preens under it, though it doesn’t matter if he means it or not it is true regardless. “Oh you are far from the first, love, but you are making better strides than all of the others combined so far.” Her voice is a velveteen purr as she is given the reassurance of his desire when he presses into the darkness of her nose against his cheek, though she pulls back enough to connect her amber gaze to his own as he makes that requested introduction with flair and flamboyance only suitable. She laughs lightly, echoing his own mirth as he plays the gentile stranger they both knew he was far from. “You may call me Talisa, you have earned that much...” Her smile grows slightly as her dark tail flicks against her side once more before she continues. “And you would do well to forget the things I say and do… Heaven knows I will.” Her mercurial personality as much as part of her as anything else.

A gentle chuckle echoes from her, the woman entirely aware of who she was and just as accepting of it; something Solomon would do well to learn also. Especially if he was as keen as he appeared, stepping towards her once more so that the heat radiated between them and fought off the chill that clung to the early morning air. Her coppery skin twitched eagerly, yearning for the electric touch he was more than ready to provide as he stroked her cheek in turn. Her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of his warm breath against her cheek, just before it tickled against the sensitive space by her ears. A shiver ran down her spine at the feeling, though the words had her glancing back over at him once more as he withdrew that tantalizing caress. A wicked glint flashed across her features as she stepped towards him this time, sliding the length of her body against the well-muscled planes of his own. Their similar heights providing her ample access to lean against his figure, and as her rump comes parallel to his chest her silken tail twitches just enough to allow those strands to stroke his flesh. Lingering just long enough to let her muzzle drag across his croup as she rounds his backside and sidles up his physique once more until she stands next to him again, her face a impish mask. “Hunny, why do you think I stopped shouting?” Anyone less would not have been worth the time or effort spent.