Ygritte
04-01-2016, 05:29 PM
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
Ygritte found it interesting how there were so many equines finding themselves in the throngs of the waterfalls. The bay and salmon mare was of fair features but that was just sheer luck of how the genetics fell into place when she was inside Nativity's womb. (Texas was rather proud of the fruit of his loins, after all.) The mare found herself spending more and more walks along the borders of her home in response to the growing numbers of her home. There were never too many eyes to keep watch, especially after the end of the war and disbursement of soldiers and diplomats alike. It so happen to be on this particular day that there was an unfamiliar scent tangled on the refreshing spring breeze. Lobes flick as nostrils expand and the mare pivots slightly to seek the source of animal that was in possession of the strange pheromones.
The underbrush and side flora give away the trail easily to the russet female. Each leaf tracing the path, bent blades of grass whispering harshly against her skin. Her movements are hushed by the vivid emerald moss that crept up from the earth to place itself beneath each nail. A small smirk now curling a single edge of her lips when she sees that bearer of the Chamber scent. A mare, not much younger than Ygritte, stood alone. She is the color of a sunbaked clay bank, some darker striping on her appendages. The flower crowned mare notes the other as she approaches, she knows her words will reach the other before her form does as Ygritte has come up from behind dun equine. "Hello there. Passing through or perhaps staying a while?" Tones are low but delicate like that of a finely made burgundy silk running over naked skin. Amber pools watch the other as she closes the space between the them, holding the sandy colored form in the glassy pools. Smolder and char lingers on the younger mare's coat in reminisce of the war that happened some time ago. Ygritte wondered to herself how long it would take for the burnt atmosphere to clear. The plant manipulator could possibly lender her services as such if they did not already have a magician, but she was sure they were already in possession of one. A single ear flicks towards the other as she awaits a reply, the other trained in the opposite direction.
The underbrush and side flora give away the trail easily to the russet female. Each leaf tracing the path, bent blades of grass whispering harshly against her skin. Her movements are hushed by the vivid emerald moss that crept up from the earth to place itself beneath each nail. A small smirk now curling a single edge of her lips when she sees that bearer of the Chamber scent. A mare, not much younger than Ygritte, stood alone. She is the color of a sunbaked clay bank, some darker striping on her appendages. The flower crowned mare notes the other as she approaches, she knows her words will reach the other before her form does as Ygritte has come up from behind dun equine. "Hello there. Passing through or perhaps staying a while?" Tones are low but delicate like that of a finely made burgundy silk running over naked skin. Amber pools watch the other as she closes the space between the them, holding the sandy colored form in the glassy pools. Smolder and char lingers on the younger mare's coat in reminisce of the war that happened some time ago. Ygritte wondered to herself how long it would take for the burnt atmosphere to clear. The plant manipulator could possibly lender her services as such if they did not already have a magician, but she was sure they were already in possession of one. A single ear flicks towards the other as she awaits a reply, the other trained in the opposite direction.
Ygritte.
((gah! poopy post sowwz. wanted to get something up to her!))