10-06-2016, 12:23 PM
Stillwater
When mother's away, the children come out to play. And so he did, with the queen out of his hair. When she was out, running her ruler's errands, sniffing dimly at pretty little flowers or whatever it was she did, he felt safer venturing from his home. Not that she would seek to attack him full-on. Maybe. But it meant she was not there to watch over him, make certain he stayed in her little pocket like a good boy.
He drifted from the beach of the Coast, a black and wild sort of beauty. Untamed. A light curl twisted his damp mane in separate strands, spiraled tendrils dripping from his dark and matted tail. Sunlight danced across the droplets on his back like glitter. His head was bowed, watching the placement of his hooves in great detail, intent on the way the blades of grass bent beneath him without breaking.
He'd seen her, and the children. Studied her, analyzed her from the distance. Chose his card and laid out his hand. He placed himself where he wished, wandering with no outward purpose. The beauty spotted him and shouted at him in challenge. Protective. A good mother. His skin tingled, and he lifted his head slowly, pulled from his thoughts.
Eyes like faded denim turned to meet hers with a hint of surprise, locking her in to a calm stare. There was nothing else in the world just then, only he and her. And sweet sunshine. He carefully drew an alluring smile, gently stretching his lips kindly.
M'lady, he greeted evenly with a small sweep of his head in a respectful nod, not quite a bow. He bowed to no one. He didn't rove her figure with his gaze, he already knew the graceful curves lining her, the gentle elegance in the way her hair fell across her coat and face. A charming day to be out, don't you think? he asked with a soft tone and gentle smile.
He drifted from the beach of the Coast, a black and wild sort of beauty. Untamed. A light curl twisted his damp mane in separate strands, spiraled tendrils dripping from his dark and matted tail. Sunlight danced across the droplets on his back like glitter. His head was bowed, watching the placement of his hooves in great detail, intent on the way the blades of grass bent beneath him without breaking.
He'd seen her, and the children. Studied her, analyzed her from the distance. Chose his card and laid out his hand. He placed himself where he wished, wandering with no outward purpose. The beauty spotted him and shouted at him in challenge. Protective. A good mother. His skin tingled, and he lifted his head slowly, pulled from his thoughts.
Eyes like faded denim turned to meet hers with a hint of surprise, locking her in to a calm stare. There was nothing else in the world just then, only he and her. And sweet sunshine. He carefully drew an alluring smile, gently stretching his lips kindly.
M'lady, he greeted evenly with a small sweep of his head in a respectful nod, not quite a bow. He bowed to no one. He didn't rove her figure with his gaze, he already knew the graceful curves lining her, the gentle elegance in the way her hair fell across her coat and face. A charming day to be out, don't you think? he asked with a soft tone and gentle smile.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it