04-03-2016, 10:53 AM
I can still hear you saying -
you would never break the chain
you would never break the chain
Men. They are their own downfall. Give women a space to be unified, to be undisturbed by their gender-opposite counterparts, and they thrive in a fierce fashion. Just look at the Jungle mares - a force to be reckoned with. That’s when (as her eyes dart across the field and find those green wings precariously close) she feels a rather disappointed frown tug at the edge of her usually attractive lips. Just another day, just another annoyance. “A little eager, aren’t we?” Dacia chimes, coming upon the pair of them with steely blue eyes and draped in satin black from head to hoof. Her head turns, she looks the newcomer over, finds her satisfactory, and snaps her attention back to the stallion.
“Where has chivalry gone?” She mutters, shaking her nose gently from side to side. Oh the shame. She’s attractive, in a classic fashion. Rounded curves and lines that connect in just the right way. Her head is finer, narrowing down to a pensive, delicate nose. Dacia is a sight for sore eyes. But this mare beside her is also well endowed - a slightly stronger presence, perhaps suited for more demanding work, yet still agreeable. The black chamberling smiles. “You have options, dear.” She comments, easing forward so that she might intercept the two.
“I call a kingdom home.” She states, a single hind leg relaxing as she begins her conversation. “It’s nice to have the freedom to decide what to do with your own life,” She laughs airily, gaze flickering sideways to peer at the strange stallion, “Rather than letting someone else decide for you.” She finishes, a hint of irritation lining her words. But she’s through with him, and just like that she’s focused on the young mare again, a sideways grin brightening her rather dark features. “I’m Dacia.”
Dacia;
color-changing vixen of the chamber