Ceyx
And broken sentences.
Knowing he would return to the Dunes, a stallion of muted brown hues finds himself on the crossing. His long brunette mane fell across his neck, tangling with the length of his forelock that covered both of his eyes. It was surprising that he could see at all, but through the strands the soft hearted creature let his racing heart and quivering soul guide him farther than he had ever gone before.
Letting out a shuttering breath, Ceyx did his best to hold some composure. His body was sturdy due to him being a touch older than most newly appointed leads, but he wasn't that way internally. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, the Smokey grullo stallion was about to turn towards the trees when his dark brown eyes landed on something that had all forward momentum stopping.
Looking at the sight before him, Ceyx has this need to turn around and flee.
Shoving the urge to run away down, the brown based male let out a soft call to the woman. He noticed her mane across both sides of her neck. The poofy tail at her hocks, and the spots that lined her body. The cream of her silver buckskin had his eyes roaming over all of her, but he didn't know what to say right off the bat. Shoving the unease farther down and forcing himself to move, Ceyx finally put one foot in front of the other.
“M-Miss?” He spoke, his voice a wavering mess of nerves that had him couching to try and hide them. “I-I… I couldn't h-help but n-n-n-notice how b-beautiful you a-ar-re.” Oh… great heavens. The stuttering had a red flush showing under his darker cheeks. The warmth of it had his head lowering and his ears falling back in a bashful expression. Now, more than ever, his chocolate forelock covered his brown eyes. “My… my n-name is C-C-Cey-yx.”
Stallion ─ 16.1 hands ─ Smokey Grullo ─ Dunes Primal