Jesper
Since the stand-off on Icicle Isle, Jesper could not help but feel like he should have done more. He should have pressed harder: gotten more involved, asked more questions, said or did more. All he did was stand there, in silence. Well, no longer. The ebony steed set out across the still frozen terrain in search of more information. He thought, if he could find the winged black mare or, the black tobiano shifter, he could talk about things. He was never explicitly a diplomat but, he had been told he had a way with words. And, he certainly did not like the idea of engaging in a fight over a misunderstanding.
Jesper half expexcts to find the winged roan mare together with the unknown stallion. As he approaches, sensitive olfactories flare to filter through all of the scents mingling with her own. Bronze-tipped lobes prick towards her alertly while facial features remain soft and friendly. He is bound and determined to make a positive first impression in the hopes that he might set the tone for their entire encounter. Refined, yet sturdy, limbs carry leanly muscled stag towards the lady at a casual stroll. Jesper draws to a halt, a respectable distance away and, shifts aquamarine gaze to level with hers. He finds himself diving deep into her dark pools, lost in her near black gaze. With a shake of his poll, male breaks eye contact and collects his thoughts in order to speak.
"I thought our first encounter got off to the wrong hoof. My name is Jesper. I have come in the hopes you might be open to talking things out." Steed falls silent and begins to study the mare. She is built very similar to he - a desert-bred, Arabian-lined equine. Her features are refined but sturdy. In fact, so much about her conformation, posturing and mannerisms, seem so very familiar to his own.
Jesper half expexcts to find the winged roan mare together with the unknown stallion. As he approaches, sensitive olfactories flare to filter through all of the scents mingling with her own. Bronze-tipped lobes prick towards her alertly while facial features remain soft and friendly. He is bound and determined to make a positive first impression in the hopes that he might set the tone for their entire encounter. Refined, yet sturdy, limbs carry leanly muscled stag towards the lady at a casual stroll. Jesper draws to a halt, a respectable distance away and, shifts aquamarine gaze to level with hers. He finds himself diving deep into her dark pools, lost in her near black gaze. With a shake of his poll, male breaks eye contact and collects his thoughts in order to speak.
"I thought our first encounter got off to the wrong hoof. My name is Jesper. I have come in the hopes you might be open to talking things out." Steed falls silent and begins to study the mare. She is built very similar to he - a desert-bred, Arabian-lined equine. Her features are refined but sturdy. In fact, so much about her conformation, posturing and mannerisms, seem so very familiar to his own.
jesper
carnage x bethanie
@[Phasus]