11-30-2015, 07:45 PM
She could practically feel his breath on her muzzle, the way he scented her, and her nostrils quivered to take in his own scent; he had the musky, woodsy smell of a stallion, mixed with something a little more sinister, darker. It intrigued her, teased her, the scent surrounding her. She quivered as he approached, eyes locked on the scars and blood that dribbled over his chapped lips, her ears flattened back.
(Leave, leave, he's going to kill you.)
She ignored this instinct and braced for some sort of impact, but instead his nose touched her flank, teeth grazing over her skin in welcome. Normal. It was a relief, and she relaxed at the touch; the teeth were stained red-brown with blood, but they were gentle. A paradox to the skeletal appearance. His answer to her question was startling, and she focused on the rhythm of the ground, realizing it has the rhythm of a heartbeat.
It was soothing, almost, now that she knew.
It made her heartbeat lessen and steady, and soon they thumped in tandem, her ears slowly moving from their flattened position. It was steadying, almost, and soon she found herself ignoring the heartbeat, focusing completely on the foreign stallion before her. She was intrigued, to say the least. He invited her closer into the border, and she accepted, hooves light as she stepped closer to the milky stallion, nostrils flaring as she took in the damp, woodsy, wintered scent of the ground.
"I am simply exploring without a guide." She let out a breathy chuckle, puffs of clouded air coming out of her nostrils. "Would you care to show me around..?" She trailed off, realizing the stallion had yet to tell her his name, and she couldn't address him as 'stallion'. Unless the implied power of the name pleased him. She had a feeling they would get on just fine.
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