08-01-2016, 03:50 PM
She is oblivious to the fact that he was following her. Although perhaps subconsciously she had taken in the scuff of a hoof against a rock or a the cracking of a branch behind her and ignored it. Perhaps she was subconsciously wanting the excitement and emotional drama it would create in her life. Perhaps her subconscious was a little crazy and starved for some action. She wouldn't ever really know.
So when he says something to her, she shies to the side, practically jumping there even as her head turns to take in the 'threat.' And wasn't he a magnificent specimen of male? Even with those curling horns that struck up from his head. And those muscles that flexed beneath his bay pelt every time he moved. She might have drooled...just a little.
'Well?' Oh right, he asked her a question and she shakes her head. "I..Uh...realized I was trespassing awfully deep into your herd." And she steps away reflexively as his horns stray a little to close to her flanks. Herding her was he?
She freezes for a moment as she decides whether or not to stay or to challenge her way out of this predicament. He seemed a little closed off, even if he was a dream hunk of a stallion. She tilts her head as she studies him, ears flickering back and forth uncertainly before she smiles a wicked smile. She can see the way his body tenses and releases as if he is just waiting for her to strike out and be angry.
So she does what he probably least expects and steps closer to him, dodging those horns nimbly. She brushes her body long his side and lands a light nip on his neck. "Well handsome, guess you're stuck with me. I just claimed you." And she winks before she dances away from his side laughing. Those dark brown eyes of hers dancing. "I'm Feyre in case you wanted to know...and even if you didn't perhaps." A small shrug of her shoulders. She obviously didn't have much of a filter or really care that she didn't.
So when he says something to her, she shies to the side, practically jumping there even as her head turns to take in the 'threat.' And wasn't he a magnificent specimen of male? Even with those curling horns that struck up from his head. And those muscles that flexed beneath his bay pelt every time he moved. She might have drooled...just a little.
'Well?' Oh right, he asked her a question and she shakes her head. "I..Uh...realized I was trespassing awfully deep into your herd." And she steps away reflexively as his horns stray a little to close to her flanks. Herding her was he?
She freezes for a moment as she decides whether or not to stay or to challenge her way out of this predicament. He seemed a little closed off, even if he was a dream hunk of a stallion. She tilts her head as she studies him, ears flickering back and forth uncertainly before she smiles a wicked smile. She can see the way his body tenses and releases as if he is just waiting for her to strike out and be angry.
So she does what he probably least expects and steps closer to him, dodging those horns nimbly. She brushes her body long his side and lands a light nip on his neck. "Well handsome, guess you're stuck with me. I just claimed you." And she winks before she dances away from his side laughing. Those dark brown eyes of hers dancing. "I'm Feyre in case you wanted to know...and even if you didn't perhaps." A small shrug of her shoulders. She obviously didn't have much of a filter or really care that she didn't.