02-04-2016, 01:29 PM
HARLEY QUINN
The scenery was decent enough she supposed. Tall grasses, warm spring breezes, a few flowers sprouting up here and there. Hardly a cloud graced the sky, and any that did were thin and wispy, not even large enough to provide a cool shade.
Quinn was damp, having just hopped out of a small creek for a quick bath. With the extra water her coat appeared jet black, brightly reflecting in the sun, almost a glare. The mare stood, flicking her tail in annoyance and looking out upon the lands. Red highlights shone through her mane and tail, perfectly accenting the diamond pattern on her hindquarters. Ah what a wonderful marking, a wonderful brand that made sure everyone else would remember her, not that she was easy to forget to begin with.
Harley moved forward, not at all ashamed to walk proudly and with a bit of arrogance. Afterall, she was gorgeous, might as well flaunt it. Her hoofs, red and clean, brushed through the grasses, and her dark orbs scanned the area. Here and there were stallions and mares, most of them already socializing but a few standing alone, though none of them looked in the least bit interesting. Most of them that were already chitchatting were the jocks and cheerleaders, hoping just to grasp at those few moments of attention to feed their egos, and those that were alone were the ones who wanted to be alone.
She stood for a moment, entirely uninterested in anyone she could see nearby. Her gaze wandered to the left, noting the strange courtship rituals that went on in this world. How is it that half of these mares just let themselves get taken advantage of? A rustling brought her attention over to the right, where suddenly a horse now stood. A large black brute, about her height. Quinn's eyes lit up, eager to know how he popped up. Quick to show herself off, Harley moved over to the stud, going right past his face and running her muzzle down his neck and shoulder, a slight swish of her tail towards him. "So watcha doing 'round here? Isn't there some damsel in distress you should be rescueing?" She kept moving around his body, keeping as much contact with him as possible, finally coming around the other side and standing next to him. Quinn reached over and bumped his cheek with her nose, "You can call my Harley, everyone else does."
Quinn was damp, having just hopped out of a small creek for a quick bath. With the extra water her coat appeared jet black, brightly reflecting in the sun, almost a glare. The mare stood, flicking her tail in annoyance and looking out upon the lands. Red highlights shone through her mane and tail, perfectly accenting the diamond pattern on her hindquarters. Ah what a wonderful marking, a wonderful brand that made sure everyone else would remember her, not that she was easy to forget to begin with.
Harley moved forward, not at all ashamed to walk proudly and with a bit of arrogance. Afterall, she was gorgeous, might as well flaunt it. Her hoofs, red and clean, brushed through the grasses, and her dark orbs scanned the area. Here and there were stallions and mares, most of them already socializing but a few standing alone, though none of them looked in the least bit interesting. Most of them that were already chitchatting were the jocks and cheerleaders, hoping just to grasp at those few moments of attention to feed their egos, and those that were alone were the ones who wanted to be alone.
She stood for a moment, entirely uninterested in anyone she could see nearby. Her gaze wandered to the left, noting the strange courtship rituals that went on in this world. How is it that half of these mares just let themselves get taken advantage of? A rustling brought her attention over to the right, where suddenly a horse now stood. A large black brute, about her height. Quinn's eyes lit up, eager to know how he popped up. Quick to show herself off, Harley moved over to the stud, going right past his face and running her muzzle down his neck and shoulder, a slight swish of her tail towards him. "So watcha doing 'round here? Isn't there some damsel in distress you should be rescueing?" She kept moving around his body, keeping as much contact with him as possible, finally coming around the other side and standing next to him. Quinn reached over and bumped his cheek with her nose, "You can call my Harley, everyone else does."
i've seen scary and you don't have his smile
