syden
He had figured that the mare wasn't always so compliant and easy to sway, for no mare he'd ever met had stayed so demure all the time, and she wasn't any different. In fact, he felt as if her wings would provide some extra pep - something he was certainly not complaining about. A little spirit would bring some spice to their growing relationship, and it could provide some fun for the leggy stallion. A completely reliant mare meant he would be bored, and have to find a new playmate, and he didn't feel like doing that quite yet. So when she had trotted ahead of him by a few paces he was not surprised, and instead lengthened his own easy stride to keep at her heels. If she wanted to explore a little, then it was fine by him - at least, if she stayed close.
"Isn't it?" He agreed at her voice, a smirk tugging at his lips (he had known she would like it, and it was stunning even covered in a light layer of powder) as she stops; he felt the tug to his mane and she was off before it registered, heels flying, and he laughed - a deep, husky sound - as he chased after her, eyes flickering briefly with enjoyment. He did enjoy her mare-ish laughter, the purity of it, and the possibilities she presented excited him as much as the thought of keeping her to himself did. He watched her pivot and tucked his heels beneath him, skidding to a stop, as he reared up in a display of power and playfulness (something he would indulge in, if it made her fall under his control ever the more), before dropping down with a toss of his head. She seemed to feed off of the winter sun and he fed off of her body, the sensation of control, and the way she responded to his voice.
"Cheeky little raven." He practically cooed to her, letting out another deep chuckle as he reared up again, hooves cutting through the cooled air before they rested on the ground once again. "If a game is what you want to play, you can't use your wings to get away from my tagging you." He grinned cockily at her, peering through his forelock, voice smooth as silk and sweet as honey. "Be fair to your poor, grounded companion."
>> drawn to the things you cannot find <<
