06-19-2018, 07:14 AM
 I V A R promising everything i do not mean |
From the copse where he stands, half-hidden in the late afternoon shadows, Ivar has been watching the Field. The pink filly prances across the autumn grasses, settling to peer into the gurgling stream, and Ivar leaves the thicket to cross the short distance between them. The early autumn sun illuminates his hide, which shines brightly despite the crusting of salt that has dried since his last swim. Since his defeat in the alliance his once-dark coat has lightened, and the patches of smokey dun are now brilliantly sapphire blue. Around the edges of his tobiano markings is a thin lacing of golden scales, which match the scattered handful of scales the blue and the bright molten of his eyes. Yet even without the striking coloration, the kelpie stallion would be eye-catching. He is tall (taller by far than both of the young mares he approaches), and his scaled hide covers a well-tone physique that is sleek rather than bulky, a result of years spent beneath the sea. The smile on his pale mouth is easy and charming, and despite the glint of razor sharp teeth behind it, Ivar stops far enough from them to avoid seeming at all dangerous. He is dangerous, of course, but he does not truly hunt on dry land. Closer now, Ivar takes a moment to look over the pale filly, with her hide as pink as the inside of a conch and her hair like the seafoam. She's a young thing still, just on the edge of adulthood, and he decides that he wants her. That decision made he looks then to the darker female. For a moment a puzzle frozen rests on his brow, but it clears into a look of recognition and a pleased smile. “Deiti,” he says, his voice salt rough and charming, “You’ve certainly grown up since I saw you last.” She’d been a child at her father’s side in Loess at their last meeting, but she is certainly not a child anymore. The look he gives her is appreciative and without lechery, and it lasts for just long enough for him to decide that he wants her as well. As he does not intend to exclude the rose mare from their breif reunion, the handsome kelpie turns back to her with the same easy smile. “I’m Ivar,” he tells her before asking curiously: “Are you new to Beqanna?” |
I know my lies could not make you believe in my dark times, baby this is all I could be . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |