Ygritte
04-03-2016, 10:46 AM
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
His presence alone seems to fortify the woman. There is steeliness in him that Ygritte recognizes within her own being. Had you asked the woman if he would turn into the stallion he was now at her side only a month ago she would have been doubtful, perhaps because she was not the mare that she is now as well. They had come together like a great sonic boom, two separate entities, two minds, two hearts...
Ygritte can feel herself blending into his being. They were becoming as one and it was funny the actions that had led up to this very moment, under the night sky of constellations with only the soft song of crickets at their hooves. The tussle of her mane grounds her back to the moment. She feels herself slowly slipping from the rusted shackles that bound her away from all contact and care. There had been such hollow bleakness but now...now the imagine of a spotted half horse/half cat was slowly filling that empty place like grains of sand through an hour glass.
(it scares her)
His playful question weaves through the fog of her brain, a web of his touch and his heart beat spinning around her. "Hm? Oh my 'pinkness'..." She can not help but laugh though as a foal she was taunted, chastised for it. A symbol of Nativity's promiscuity. "My mother I suppose. She is an immortal with a knack for changing colors." Amber eyes look down at her pelt momentarily before looking back to the masculine features. "I suppose we know what color she was when she and Texas made me." This does truly bring on a peal of laughter for it was obvious.
"And you?" She gives a nod towards the feline portion of his limbs before leaning in close with an over exaggerated look-about. "What's it like to have toes?" Ygritte smiles broadly at this handsome, strong, silly man.
Her man.
Ygritte can feel herself blending into his being. They were becoming as one and it was funny the actions that had led up to this very moment, under the night sky of constellations with only the soft song of crickets at their hooves. The tussle of her mane grounds her back to the moment. She feels herself slowly slipping from the rusted shackles that bound her away from all contact and care. There had been such hollow bleakness but now...now the imagine of a spotted half horse/half cat was slowly filling that empty place like grains of sand through an hour glass.
(it scares her)
His playful question weaves through the fog of her brain, a web of his touch and his heart beat spinning around her. "Hm? Oh my 'pinkness'..." She can not help but laugh though as a foal she was taunted, chastised for it. A symbol of Nativity's promiscuity. "My mother I suppose. She is an immortal with a knack for changing colors." Amber eyes look down at her pelt momentarily before looking back to the masculine features. "I suppose we know what color she was when she and Texas made me." This does truly bring on a peal of laughter for it was obvious.
"And you?" She gives a nod towards the feline portion of his limbs before leaning in close with an over exaggerated look-about. "What's it like to have toes?" Ygritte smiles broadly at this handsome, strong, silly man.
Her man.
Ygritte.