05-06-2018, 04:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-06-2018, 05:07 PM by Modicum Mortem.)
Abra
Not more than a week had passed since she’d arrived in Sylva, and she’d already decided she liked the kingdom her brother claimed. She was free to do as she pleased, cause as much trouble as her little heart desired, and basically be a huge bitch to whoever she wanted to.A high pitched whinny attracts her attention, and ebony ears flick back to find where the source had come from. She finds it quickly (to no surprise), and is pleased to see who it came from.
Long, strong legs carried the tall, bulky frame of the roaned mare. Abra’s two toned eyes gaze hungrily at her (god did she have her brother’s sex drive or what?), the fine specimen looks delicious. She does not bother hiding like Mortem does, she simply walks right up to her.
“What brings you to Sylva?” Abra asks, not letting on how she feasted for the mare. Not yet, anyways.
I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
@[Taria]