Jesper
04-12-2018, 05:14 AM
Light blue gaze notes two-toned female’s soft smile as it pulls at her delicate features. The vibe between the ebony steed and, the two-toned lady, is amicable. With that, any tension in own muscles dissipates. He listens as she correctly addresses him and, allows his dark labrums to curve upwards in a gentle smile. He was far from surprised that she knew his name and rank; after all, knowing the inner workings of the forest were her specialty. However, this was the first time a Sylvian had identified his rank and, it sounded good. Well, actually, the title sounds dark - evil and, ruthless (neither of which he desired to be identified as) - but, good.
Long-lashed lids flutter closed over glossy pools as tufted lobes swivel casually. He steps away from his internal monologue for a moment to find his voice, smooth and gentle. “Thank you, dear.” Her compliment pulses through his sleek summer pelt and, activates any muscular bulge within his physique. The ink-stained male is animated less by her wandering gaze than, her vote of confidence. Of course, the enhancement could only benefit what she saw. Jesper was not proud by nature but, it sure felt good to bask in it.
Attention redirects onto Lavendel as her words break their silence. Noble poll dips in a nod before own voice erupts from parted maw. “Well, I have this feeling our duties to Sylva will have us working closely together. I figured we should get to know each other a little better.” How close exactly is up to you, he keeps to himself. Whiskered muzzle extends to offer a gentle greeting though, Jesper realizes the distance is far too great for them to actually bump noses. So, muscled haunches push chassis forwards a few, unimposing (he hopes), steps, to close the gap. Whiskers brush against her tender flesh and, stir a warm tingle amongst his nerve endings. He wanted to touch more but, held back to prevent chasing the mare off with unwanted advances. Softly, the stallion exhales with warm breaths to deliver his musk to her nasal caverns. He waits patiently, hoping she will accept his greeting and, invitation to launch into more conversation.
@[Lavendel]
Long-lashed lids flutter closed over glossy pools as tufted lobes swivel casually. He steps away from his internal monologue for a moment to find his voice, smooth and gentle. “Thank you, dear.” Her compliment pulses through his sleek summer pelt and, activates any muscular bulge within his physique. The ink-stained male is animated less by her wandering gaze than, her vote of confidence. Of course, the enhancement could only benefit what she saw. Jesper was not proud by nature but, it sure felt good to bask in it.
Attention redirects onto Lavendel as her words break their silence. Noble poll dips in a nod before own voice erupts from parted maw. “Well, I have this feeling our duties to Sylva will have us working closely together. I figured we should get to know each other a little better.” How close exactly is up to you, he keeps to himself. Whiskered muzzle extends to offer a gentle greeting though, Jesper realizes the distance is far too great for them to actually bump noses. So, muscled haunches push chassis forwards a few, unimposing (he hopes), steps, to close the gap. Whiskers brush against her tender flesh and, stir a warm tingle amongst his nerve endings. He wanted to touch more but, held back to prevent chasing the mare off with unwanted advances. Softly, the stallion exhales with warm breaths to deliver his musk to her nasal caverns. He waits patiently, hoping she will accept his greeting and, invitation to launch into more conversation.
@[Lavendel]
I am so sorry to keep you waiting. Lamb is his first encounter with a lady other than family so, he may move awkwardly slow for the sake of being a gentleman. She is welcome to pace things however you feel <3