01-13-2017, 11:52 PM
NIER
All this damned cold. No, cold wasn't so bad. This stupid ass snow. He had to fly around everywhere like a damn wonky-ass bird in order to remain unnoticed. Unless there weren't others around, of course. No one to notice the very visible hoofprints beneath the entirely invisible man. That was ideal. Flying was great and all, but a tad annoying when it became necessity over hobby. Like a chore, yeah?
So he was flying. And it sucked. The wind bit the hell out of him and random winter gusts came out from no where to try and knock him off course. Bastard.
It was safe to say he was pretty much hating today. Up until he saw a lone figure, nearly blending in with the snow as she trudged her beautiful ass towards the line of trees edging the meadow. Ah warm body! Perfect. He made to land in a patch of soggy grass, but ended up leaving a lone hoofprint in the snow before it. Ah, close enough. Then he waited for her beneath the trees.
As soon as she entered, he realized he knew this one. Her name slipped into his mind quickly like an eager pet. Romantica. The beautiful gray he'd played with a few months back. Imagine that. Was nice seeing her again, not that he could say that. They hadn't actually met, he'd just sort of touched her a bit. And enjoyed every moment of it. Perhaps she'd appreciate more of that on such a cold, cold day. He certainly would.
He walked right up to her and planted a sweet kiss on that soft dip between neck and shoulder, his familiar scent hugging her close. His hooves mashed down the damp pine needles, but it was probably only noticeable if she were watching for it. Then he moved further down, circled around. Such a nice ass. Another sweet kiss to her opposite hip, and then he reined it at her right shoulder.
The feathers of his right wing reached in front of him to caress her cheek in just the same way he'd done so long ago.
Miss me, love? he purred sweetly.
So he was flying. And it sucked. The wind bit the hell out of him and random winter gusts came out from no where to try and knock him off course. Bastard.
It was safe to say he was pretty much hating today. Up until he saw a lone figure, nearly blending in with the snow as she trudged her beautiful ass towards the line of trees edging the meadow. Ah warm body! Perfect. He made to land in a patch of soggy grass, but ended up leaving a lone hoofprint in the snow before it. Ah, close enough. Then he waited for her beneath the trees.
As soon as she entered, he realized he knew this one. Her name slipped into his mind quickly like an eager pet. Romantica. The beautiful gray he'd played with a few months back. Imagine that. Was nice seeing her again, not that he could say that. They hadn't actually met, he'd just sort of touched her a bit. And enjoyed every moment of it. Perhaps she'd appreciate more of that on such a cold, cold day. He certainly would.
He walked right up to her and planted a sweet kiss on that soft dip between neck and shoulder, his familiar scent hugging her close. His hooves mashed down the damp pine needles, but it was probably only noticeable if she were watching for it. Then he moved further down, circled around. Such a nice ass. Another sweet kiss to her opposite hip, and then he reined it at her right shoulder.
The feathers of his right wing reached in front of him to caress her cheek in just the same way he'd done so long ago.
Miss me, love? he purred sweetly.