Jesper
03-30-2018, 02:37 PM
Tufted lobes twitch as a crimson fowl squawks at a sapphire one. Long-lashed lids flutter open to witness the two birds diving and darting between the branches. Puff of warm air escapes flared nostrils in a short burst as this pettiness disturbed his nap. Moments later, poll shakes to send tangled tresses, and disgruntled disposition, askew. Weight then shifts evenly over quad limbs before crest arches to draw whiskered muzzle into breast. Entire chassis seems to arch as muscular sinew stretches away the stiffness of rest. Content sigh escapes nares now before hindquarters engage to push obsidian steed into motion. Casual saunter carries refined form along the trail until he locates a patch of lush emerald shoots. Maw extends and, rubbery labrums peel back to reveal lightly stained ivory dentition. Incisors part to grip and crop the soft blades before mandible begins to grind. Process repeats until the patch of grass stands a mere millimeter (or, two but, who is counting) from its roots.
Once palate is clean and, satisfied, skull lifts and points towards the path male just left. Limbs resume their amble as onyx stallion proceeds through Sylva. Sensitive salmon domes remain alert as the many fragrances of the forest filter through nostrils. Jesper seeks one in particular – that belonging to Lavendel. As of yet, he could not recall an encounter with the cream and white dame. He thought it interesting that she made a point of greeting the newcomers to the fiery-canopied forest and yet, here he finds himself making the first move. When her two-toned bodice comes into his light blue gaze, nicker of greeting emits from vibrating vocal chords. Raven stallion maintains his casual posture and, aquamarine orbs stay soft, as her eyes meet his. From a distance, he could always discern her elegance but, now, standing here in front of her, he could feel an energy pulling him to her. Unshod hooves plant firmly in the loam as Jesper resists his attraction. Distracting himself from his own thoughts, voice breaks the awkward silence between them with words in a soft tone. “You are Miss Lavendel, correct?”
@[Lavendel]
Once palate is clean and, satisfied, skull lifts and points towards the path male just left. Limbs resume their amble as onyx stallion proceeds through Sylva. Sensitive salmon domes remain alert as the many fragrances of the forest filter through nostrils. Jesper seeks one in particular – that belonging to Lavendel. As of yet, he could not recall an encounter with the cream and white dame. He thought it interesting that she made a point of greeting the newcomers to the fiery-canopied forest and yet, here he finds himself making the first move. When her two-toned bodice comes into his light blue gaze, nicker of greeting emits from vibrating vocal chords. Raven stallion maintains his casual posture and, aquamarine orbs stay soft, as her eyes meet his. From a distance, he could always discern her elegance but, now, standing here in front of her, he could feel an energy pulling him to her. Unshod hooves plant firmly in the loam as Jesper resists his attraction. Distracting himself from his own thoughts, voice breaks the awkward silence between them with words in a soft tone. “You are Miss Lavendel, correct?”
@[Lavendel]