Jesper
04-21-2018, 02:35 PM
The ebony stallion emits a soft exhale as the copper canine lowers her guard. Jesper was not aware that he had been holding his breath; however, when the ruby-eyed creature relaxes, he feels the tension escape his chassis. He allows his light blue gaze to focus upon her narrow profile. The onyx male, enthralled by her unique features, attempts to study her compact form. She, too, keeps a close watch on him. It’s getting dark, she purrs. Bronze-tipped lobes process her words with curiosity. The words themselves are simple. However, the stallion is baffled as to how he can hear her – understand her. Jesper had met countless creatures that are not equine and, each one had its own language. The parrots of Ischia sang and twittered; the rodents of the Forest squeal and scurry; and, the wolves and bears howl and growl. But, he had never once been able to converse with one of them.
While this is Jesper’s first encounter with a creature like her, he had no reason to think she would be any different. Perhaps, she isn't quite what she seems. Ah, the magic of Beqanna. Cranium tilts in response to her smooth voice before curious steed pushes himself forward a couple of steps. Left hind then crosses over right hind as male pivots around his forelimbs to better position himself. Normally loquacious steed finds his voice though, only offers a few words. “I do not fear the dark. My name is Jesper, by the way.”
Aquamarine irises soften as they focus upon the petite canine’s form. Jesper’s gaze starts at the ground and, follows her thick, white-tipped tail. The bushy appendage wraps around her dainty front paws, which are soot in hue, nearly up to her elbows. From there, a rich auburn hue stains the dense fur of her shoulder, nape, torso and, haunches. In stark contrast, a smoky white colors her breast and, underside. The crisp evening breeze rustles her dense fur and, Jesper finds himself entranced by her slender figure. Yet, just moments ago, she was a fierce sight to behold. With her fangs now covered by her plush lips, her face portrays an expression of mischief.
Glossy orbs shift from her fiery gaze to her resting posture on her haunches. Although, the male had the four limbs like the female, Jesper had never considered sitting as she is. Muscular nape curves to swing whiskered muzzle around as raven steed assesses if he were capable of assuming this position. He had done so once before, in the River, while helping his sister. Soft snort escapes flared nostrils as steed decides to try – not as a mock but, rather, she looked so comfortable.
Male attempts to shift weight back onto his buttocks slowly; however, gravity takes control. Mass begins to fall to the earth and, rump soon meets the damp ground. For a split second, onyx male appears to sit but, the equine does not stop there. Spine becomes perpendicular to the terrain before gravity continues to pull him over. Limbs flail ungracefully into the air as right scapula meets the soil with a solid thump. Next, crest presses into the cool earth followed by right side of mandible. Embarrassed huff exhales from salmon-lined nasal caverns before front hooves dig into the ground and, roll Jesper onto his underside. Once in a more dignified, equine position, black bronc offers a hearty laugh at his ridiculous attempt. He could only hope that the minx saw his attempt as one driven by admiration and, not mockery. Alas, he allows his laughter to soften until only a goofy smile remains upon his lips.
@[Merida]
While this is Jesper’s first encounter with a creature like her, he had no reason to think she would be any different. Perhaps, she isn't quite what she seems. Ah, the magic of Beqanna. Cranium tilts in response to her smooth voice before curious steed pushes himself forward a couple of steps. Left hind then crosses over right hind as male pivots around his forelimbs to better position himself. Normally loquacious steed finds his voice though, only offers a few words. “I do not fear the dark. My name is Jesper, by the way.”
Aquamarine irises soften as they focus upon the petite canine’s form. Jesper’s gaze starts at the ground and, follows her thick, white-tipped tail. The bushy appendage wraps around her dainty front paws, which are soot in hue, nearly up to her elbows. From there, a rich auburn hue stains the dense fur of her shoulder, nape, torso and, haunches. In stark contrast, a smoky white colors her breast and, underside. The crisp evening breeze rustles her dense fur and, Jesper finds himself entranced by her slender figure. Yet, just moments ago, she was a fierce sight to behold. With her fangs now covered by her plush lips, her face portrays an expression of mischief.
Glossy orbs shift from her fiery gaze to her resting posture on her haunches. Although, the male had the four limbs like the female, Jesper had never considered sitting as she is. Muscular nape curves to swing whiskered muzzle around as raven steed assesses if he were capable of assuming this position. He had done so once before, in the River, while helping his sister. Soft snort escapes flared nostrils as steed decides to try – not as a mock but, rather, she looked so comfortable.
Male attempts to shift weight back onto his buttocks slowly; however, gravity takes control. Mass begins to fall to the earth and, rump soon meets the damp ground. For a split second, onyx male appears to sit but, the equine does not stop there. Spine becomes perpendicular to the terrain before gravity continues to pull him over. Limbs flail ungracefully into the air as right scapula meets the soil with a solid thump. Next, crest presses into the cool earth followed by right side of mandible. Embarrassed huff exhales from salmon-lined nasal caverns before front hooves dig into the ground and, roll Jesper onto his underside. Once in a more dignified, equine position, black bronc offers a hearty laugh at his ridiculous attempt. He could only hope that the minx saw his attempt as one driven by admiration and, not mockery. Alas, he allows his laughter to soften until only a goofy smile remains upon his lips.
@[Merida]