where the buffalo roam; any

[Ygritte]

I love you
I love you
I love you

Over and over again it echoes in her mind like the hammering of her own heartbeat that only he can bring. It is written over if face, over his body. She never wants to leave his side, not to eat nor drink. She wants to stay in an eternal embrace with the handsome, sweet, devilishly wonderful man. If he asked her to leave the Falls right now and run away forever she would without even saying goodbye...she was so alone there. She hardly even saw Texas around anymore and slowly all the horses had left and so Ygritte remained, burdened by guilt to help the land flourish.

The headiness of her beginning estrus has her swimming. Though Ygritte is young, she knows her body is changing and yearning but she is powerless against it. She does not want it to stop. Their heartbeats synched and moving together. They are united as one. This beautiful boy with his shaggy hair and sweet smile. Mandan, her stallion. Lips catch wisps of the mane and tug gently as she nuzzles against him, craving him. Hind swings to pull the woman along his side so they stand head to head though he is taller. She can not help how she rubs against him, her own crown pressing lovingly under his jaw before she gently nibbles his cheek in little kisses.

ygritte

texas&nativity