05-14-2016, 06:33 PM
Yep, it was clear. Sreva had the worst string of luck in the world. The mare hadn't even gotten the chance to close her eyes for the shortest of naps before she sensed someone else approaching. Her head shot up, ears forward, eyes slightly widened upon seeing the stallion. He was a handsome fellow, with a jet black coat and forelock, his medicine hat markings, his well-built body style, and his eyes-
Wait, his eyes? What in the hell color were they?! They weren't like anything Sreva had ever seen before. Her own light melted almond brown eyes bored into his as their gazes met. She hadn't failed to notice the way his eyes had roamed over her body, and that thought made her a bit peeved. No doubt he was thinking what she predicted. Every stallion would be thinking that, no matter the time of the season.
Sreva was briefly distracted by his luxurious forelock as he tossed his head to brush it out of his teal eyes. She gave her own head a toss to brush the forelock hair away, although it was simply because her long forelock had been getting into her eyes and was bothering her.
When the black stallion introduced himself, Sreva had to hold back a mocking laugh, although it did come out in her tone of voice, "And here I thought I was the only one with a strange name. Chemdog? Your sire and dam must've wanted others to make fun of you," she said.
Turning her head away, the mare took a few steps away from the stallion to gain more personal space. She was out of the shaded spot now, but if it meant demonstrating that she didn't want him too close to her, she was willing to stand out in the heat. She definitely didn't trust this stallion; his smile earlier had been genuine, but she thought she spotted something in his eyes, and that told her to be careful.
Wait, his eyes? What in the hell color were they?! They weren't like anything Sreva had ever seen before. Her own light melted almond brown eyes bored into his as their gazes met. She hadn't failed to notice the way his eyes had roamed over her body, and that thought made her a bit peeved. No doubt he was thinking what she predicted. Every stallion would be thinking that, no matter the time of the season.
Sreva was briefly distracted by his luxurious forelock as he tossed his head to brush it out of his teal eyes. She gave her own head a toss to brush the forelock hair away, although it was simply because her long forelock had been getting into her eyes and was bothering her.
When the black stallion introduced himself, Sreva had to hold back a mocking laugh, although it did come out in her tone of voice, "And here I thought I was the only one with a strange name. Chemdog? Your sire and dam must've wanted others to make fun of you," she said.
Turning her head away, the mare took a few steps away from the stallion to gain more personal space. She was out of the shaded spot now, but if it meant demonstrating that she didn't want him too close to her, she was willing to stand out in the heat. She definitely didn't trust this stallion; his smile earlier had been genuine, but she thought she spotted something in his eyes, and that told her to be careful.