Jesper
05-13-2018, 12:48 PM
Even with the hope of Spring right around the corner, Jesper finds himself more at jeopardy of losing himself to the darkness these days. He did not sleep. He could not bring himself to close his eyes, let alone his mind. His waking hours are spent searching every nook and cranny of the forest for lurking peril. His senses remain on constant high alert and, his mental state grows ever more fragile. He teeters on the edge of reality, right on the cusp of paranoia. As he marches ahead, he scans the depths of Sylva on his left and right. His fuzzy lobes keep track of any tells coming from directly behind him while, aquamarine gaze focuses on what is ahead. Despite all of his surveillance, the golden maiden goes unnoticed. So, when her haunting voice reaches his ears, he finds himself startled to say the least. Her words are innocent enough but, he does not hear what she says; only that a voice comes from behind.
Bronze-tipped lobes flatten to skull before weight shifts onto front pillars. Muscled haunches contract and then, release both rear hooves in a wave of defense. Motion repeats for a second buck before chassis' mass redistributes over all fours. Jesper does not wait to ensure that his kicks were sufficient to drive the creep away. Instead, he pivots to face his stalker with ears pinned back and, rubbery labrums pulled into a snarl. He steadies himself from his one hundred and eighty degree turn before steed lunges towards the mare. Unsheathed incisors part as mandible widens maw before slender neck snakes out so that teeth may close upon whatever gets in the way: the bitter air, her nearest ear, a mouthful of hair, etc. At this point, he did not care. He just wanted to be left alone. He growls, "Go away."
Bronze-tipped lobes flatten to skull before weight shifts onto front pillars. Muscled haunches contract and then, release both rear hooves in a wave of defense. Motion repeats for a second buck before chassis' mass redistributes over all fours. Jesper does not wait to ensure that his kicks were sufficient to drive the creep away. Instead, he pivots to face his stalker with ears pinned back and, rubbery labrums pulled into a snarl. He steadies himself from his one hundred and eighty degree turn before steed lunges towards the mare. Unsheathed incisors part as mandible widens maw before slender neck snakes out so that teeth may close upon whatever gets in the way: the bitter air, her nearest ear, a mouthful of hair, etc. At this point, he did not care. He just wanted to be left alone. He growls, "Go away."
jesper
carnage x bethanie
@[Jackel]
I tried to leave this open ended for you Avion =)