Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
| I will be your demise and you're going to love it. |
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Her teeth gently clasping the male had much more meaning to her than she had considered. He was her equal, her partner, and perhaps such a culmination of who he was gained her respect in a way no other had, When the fem checked him over she smiled at the quiver of the golden stallions skin and a shiver when his maw brushed against her flank. The mare was pleased to offer him the same gesture. While much couldn't be said for her means of affection she would still embrace his assessment and even more, a part of her felt more aflame beneath the gentle touch of the bold, golden boy. Enya's skin shivered in excitement as the stallion circled around her. She was never just a trinket or bauble to be gazed upon and yet when he looked at her she felt a fire of a different kind rising within her, something much more primal and yet all the more pleasurable. Through his first circle, she remained still and almost an unmistakable pride lingered in her body language. By his second orbit, she pressed eagerly into his touch, her skin quivering ever so delicately beneath his muzzle. Her mind and body dripped with anticipation. Once he made the choice to embrace her she was eagerly giving herself to him and yet her defiance would never remain silenced for long despite the eagerness of this dance. Even as he embraced her, Enya felt the rising surge of defiance as her ears embraced her crown. Kicking out at him she only aimed to graze him should she even touch him at all, but in truth, she was just as enthralled in this dance as he. However, brief the dance was her maw snaked towards him swiftly, blunt teeth targeting at the crest of Jaskier's neck for a slightly sharp pinch. The mare didn't feel the flames of defiance lapping at her as much as those of her own desire. Her maw wondered over his shoulder and down his back in an attempt to nip lightly at his flesh in a more affectionate manner. In as much of a way they differed she embraced his touch as though it were intoxicating. In her own way, she showed her affection, through her light nips she lingered close pleased to feel the warmth of his skin against hers. Warm laughter falling from his lips caused her ears to swivel and focus on him. She wasn't certain what she said was humorous but she embraced it all the same. At his words her tail swished and she trotted around him with almost an extra bounce to her step with her head held high. Only when he continued did her pace yield to a halt once she stood before him. Enya's maw nipped gently at his muzzle half affectionately and half as a light correction. "I think you handled the trouble you face with much more elegance than even you anticipated. As for a time, I am inclined to see what comes of that." pausing for a moment Enya's gaze softened as it lingered on him. It goes without saying they must be mutually happy with their partnership or their strides would never make the world quake before them, and so she smiled. "Perhaps next time, you will take the lead." It was a question though rhetorical and a challenge in its undertones. Her gaze cast to the distant shore, the grotto momentarily forgotten; "Jaskier, if you roam where do you come from? Has there been a place that stood out in your travels that you've visited?" The mare lightly teased "The grotto can wait for a time, though we will have to make a visit sometime." She laughed lightly at the idea of seeing what exactly was so dangerous about a place that sounded so beautiful. Soon, the clouded thoughts of her homeland swim through her head, perhaps from the exertion of so much energy or even the feelings that swayed her mind. Shaking her head gently the fire had begun to seep back into her bones and through her bloodstream. Perhaps she could make a home here, something all her own, something she could even share with those she called her own. Even someone much like her golden dancer. |
| Embers of a Dying Light |