She was pleasantly met with his own extension and although unexpected, Enya didn’t lash out or pull away from the stallion’s lips skimming across her own prematurely either. She listened with intent as the male spoke about the grotto. “I admit that catches my attention. What is there to fear, I wonder. Perhaps it is worth an adventure enough to look but honestly, I would love to see everything these islands have to offer. For now, however, you have my attention.” She said with light humor in her tone. She much preferred to strike fear and mischief into the world that fell to the notion anything could be worse than what she made it to be.
As he snaked his way beside her, Enya paused to inhale deeply taking a moment to linger in the warmth between them. She could almost admire him for his boldness, to be truthful it did cause a warmth to spread through her. Perhaps there was some honor in fighting, but typically the fem never minded fighting dirty. For now, she would hold back, it was a test of strength, not a fight that depended on life or death. She would pull her strikes in equal measure to his own. Still, a few nips here or there never seemed too bad for the soul.
There was but a brief moment from his agreement before she rose on her hind legs, ears lacing against her crown. Her teeth sought purchase on his left shoulder just at the base of his neck upon her descent. Even should she miss her purchase, she would choose to make space. It would make for more of an opportunity to free her legs but even so, it exposed her just as much as it did her dancer. Bucking ever so slightly and moving a few paces in an attempt to create space between her and her dance partner. There was always an innate risk when she gambled on the restraint of strangers but what was the value of a game without risks?
Stopping abruptly she bucked out with purpose, hoping to stop his advances she had aimed to catch him on the knee or forearm. Her skin twitched in anticipation, almost expecting to feel the pinch of teeth on her flesh. It caused almost a sense of elation to course through her veins. She quickly moved to dart out of his reach once again her gaze cast over her shoulder. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she attempted to stay one hoof-fall ahead of the stallion. Enya had begun to wonder if this truly would be a dance to remember. Spinning she turned her bodice towards the golden striped stallion and stuck out with her right foreleg. It would be the end of her retreat; she would embrace him or stand until the end of the dance, but she was no longer interested in skirting the line any longer.
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