"Until one has loved an animal, a part of their soul remains unawakened..." (Any)

[Marijuana]

Well you certainly don't have to tell this big bastard twice! Green eyes rest on the brindle form, hungry. As of late, the striped male has decided to settle back into Beqanna and start a little herd. He was never much into the kingdom scene for sharing was not a strong point of his. He liked the feeling of control but he not a cruel dictator. He loves conversing with his mares, picking their brains and tasting their bodies. In fact, Mari is one swell guy deep down. Limbs pull the stag closer so his shadow is already licking her skin, a small smirk curling at the edges of the gray whiskered maw. Emerald pools are dancing but his handsome features are coy like that of a boy-child with a secret. "Well hello there." Tenor croons from between the parted lips. He is so bold as to move close to her head, the heat of his breath tickling the fine hairs for only a moment as a large green tinted wing lifts to brush again her unusual hide. But he is quick! Agility has come with age to avoid flying hooves or gnashing teeth. A small chuckle is the only thing to follow the three words he had produced. Eyes follow her, noting the curves and dips of her body, lusting. Before the mare has the ability to make any rash or ignorant decision, he gives her pretty little hip a nibble. "Mine." The word is thicker, heavier as it is breathed against her skin. Green pools rotating in their sockets as he does not draw back yet, making sure they their eyes connect first, as a playful smile crawls across his lips.