It wasn't long before a scent consumed the air that was so...delightful.
Delectably so as her mind travels back to a time too long ago. When a cave and a lagoon was centered in her homelands and a creature lurked within it's confines. The stallion before her is not that specific creature but the descendant. How his name still teased her, Stillwater. The thoughts made her lips curl into a devious grin as her eyes met the pied stallion. He was nearly as handsome as his father and as loyal as his mother. Too bad his father had not been. Perhaps Sylva would have never fallen. She held no grudges to what Djinni had done. The crown didn't sit as well on the skull of some.
His harsh words grasped her interest as she examined him. "Ivar, it's been too long... How is your mother?" She pauses for a simple answer. A nod or good, small talk wasn't her forte. If she paused to long ideas would start reeling, "I'm surprised to see you...here. This doesn't seem like your type of...scene." The predator in her ached to come out. Fangs begging to descend from her gums. She kept herself poised for the sake of diplomacy.
Her gaze swept down his muscular frame. His body covered in intruiging scales. She wonders what they must feel like as she steps towards him, muzzle reaching out to his shoulder, "May I?" She whispers but when has any of her questions ever needed answers. Her lips brush along the slope of blade.
Delicious.
Withdrawing herself from his side her ebony tail flickers curiously. The golden sheen of her pelt shimmering in the daylight. Had he protested her touch she offered little in response. If he had allowed it without protest, he was more like his father than he knew.
Her grin returned and with it her purpose for being here, "Loess is invited to a...party. Gryffen is extending a friendly invite to all the kingdoms in honor of the coming...season." Her eyes lock onto his, "I do hope you can make it Ivar." Let him speculate what he wished...
Delectably so as her mind travels back to a time too long ago. When a cave and a lagoon was centered in her homelands and a creature lurked within it's confines. The stallion before her is not that specific creature but the descendant. How his name still teased her, Stillwater. The thoughts made her lips curl into a devious grin as her eyes met the pied stallion. He was nearly as handsome as his father and as loyal as his mother. Too bad his father had not been. Perhaps Sylva would have never fallen. She held no grudges to what Djinni had done. The crown didn't sit as well on the skull of some.
His harsh words grasped her interest as she examined him. "Ivar, it's been too long... How is your mother?" She pauses for a simple answer. A nod or good, small talk wasn't her forte. If she paused to long ideas would start reeling, "I'm surprised to see you...here. This doesn't seem like your type of...scene." The predator in her ached to come out. Fangs begging to descend from her gums. She kept herself poised for the sake of diplomacy.
Her gaze swept down his muscular frame. His body covered in intruiging scales. She wonders what they must feel like as she steps towards him, muzzle reaching out to his shoulder, "May I?" She whispers but when has any of her questions ever needed answers. Her lips brush along the slope of blade.
Delicious.
Withdrawing herself from his side her ebony tail flickers curiously. The golden sheen of her pelt shimmering in the daylight. Had he protested her touch she offered little in response. If he had allowed it without protest, he was more like his father than he knew.
Her grin returned and with it her purpose for being here, "Loess is invited to a...party. Gryffen is extending a friendly invite to all the kingdoms in honor of the coming...season." Her eyes lock onto his, "I do hope you can make it Ivar." Let him speculate what he wished...
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