Posted on July 27, 2021 at 09:03:53 PM by Innayat
 The cool waters wash around her white legs and lap against the delicate skin of her white splashed belly. A soft exhale leaves her lips as her attention is drawn from the deepest silence to the shuffle of hooves through the sands. A single curled ear swivels in the direction of the intruder while her eyes remain veiled beneath her thick eyelashes as she finishes her prayer to Khons. Whispering your prayers to the beautiful night? The voice is deep, yet it whispers just loud enough for her curled ears to hear. She simply nods an answer and then finally she opens her brilliant blue eyes to find a handsome stranger before her. She silently admires the muscles that ripple beneath his tawny coat as he approaches her and the masculine curve of his crest. A soft smile plays at her lips before she finally shifts her brilliant gaze to the heavens above. Her breath catches in her throat as she admires the numberless stars in the heavens as they twinkle and sparkle. Here in the desert beneath the endless midnight sky, she feels the most alive and it as if the sands spoke to her and beckon her home to their shores. It's really something. His words draw her from her silent admiration and back to him. She notices the hungry look in his eyes as his gaze travels the length of her slender body. And she can not help but allow her smile to broaden. Her mother, as always, was right. "It is something, she whispers "and I give glory to, Khons it is he who offers his light to guide our paths." "You may join me, there is room in these waters for two," she breathes as she steps deeper into the waters. The cool waters press against her skin and causes a shiver to run the length of her spine. As he enters the waters she finds herself admiring him once more - from the curve of his nose to the broadness of his shoulders. "What draws you to these mysterious waters so late at night?" she asks him as he settles near to her. Her heart begins to thunder wildly against her ribs at his close proximity. How was it - suddenly - she wants to press her pink muzzle against his skin, to feel his muscles beneath her touch and to have his body pressed against hers? She swallows nervously as her hormones begin to course through her body and for the first time she feels little sense of control over her own actions. desert warrioress Marwari Mutt | 4 years old | 15.0 | Mare | Buckskin Rabicano Sabino |
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