08-04-2016, 03:20 PM
As they walk and the stallion begins to speak, Oak listens with the occasional glance to her company. She notices he is a finely built man. Older but still full of many more years. Her own brown eyes seem to glint as his and she feels the hot steam of his throat touching tender parts of her spine, her skin quivering at the sensation.
She finds herself nodding along as he speaks of the past. Was this in Beqanna? Was this before her time? He talks of fucking up a presumed perfect situation. Oak had not know what was considered an ideal situation. Her own mother had kept her sheltered and away, to keep her safe or something along those lines till she had to leave and break free. The wildness in her breast kept the pale buckskin feral and free.
Her attention is drawn when Manhattan speaks of her own desire to flee, to leave Beqanna and Oakheart can only really meet his gaze with a slight curl of a smile tugging at her lips. "Yes, of course." The words are forward, no hint of fear nor sarcasm. Oak desired so much more than Beqanna and deep in her heart there was something tat beckoned her to continue on...to find what was missing. "Your child...born here?" Oak desired the keep the conversation going despite the small flecks of snow that had begun to cling to the dark tresses along her neck and brow. She finds she enjoys Manhattan's company despite having spend so much time alone but content.
She finds herself nodding along as he speaks of the past. Was this in Beqanna? Was this before her time? He talks of fucking up a presumed perfect situation. Oak had not know what was considered an ideal situation. Her own mother had kept her sheltered and away, to keep her safe or something along those lines till she had to leave and break free. The wildness in her breast kept the pale buckskin feral and free.
Her attention is drawn when Manhattan speaks of her own desire to flee, to leave Beqanna and Oakheart can only really meet his gaze with a slight curl of a smile tugging at her lips. "Yes, of course." The words are forward, no hint of fear nor sarcasm. Oak desired so much more than Beqanna and deep in her heart there was something tat beckoned her to continue on...to find what was missing. "Your child...born here?" Oak desired the keep the conversation going despite the small flecks of snow that had begun to cling to the dark tresses along her neck and brow. She finds she enjoys Manhattan's company despite having spend so much time alone but content.
Oakheart
Manhattan x October