Jude picks her way delicately through the forest, unsure of what she is looking for but not bored nonetheless. Beqanna proved itself to be just chock-full of surprises - maybe she is looking for another. Eyes alight and ever-curious, she searches out the shadows of the trees. What will Beqanna give her today?
Leaves rustle above as the breeze presses lightly into Jude’s face. She closes her eyes and leans into the cool morning air, separating each individual scent. An earthy, masculine, flesh-and-blood smell brings her eyes open with a start. A stallion - close - so close that she should have noticed him earlier. The pink girl peers around, setting one in hoof in front of the other, seeking the man that evaded her moments before.
Dark gray and profoundly handsome looms just ahead. The labyrinthine girl stops, cocks her head and releases a serpentine smile. A quick and easy decision (impulsive, if you dare) - Jude slinks into the man’s line of sight. Her eyes do not twinkle; instead, they grow darker and darker, churning fascination and a secret desire deep within. Lithe, petite, and dangerous - today she is not in the mood to be courted, nor is she in the mood for her typical playful conversation.
Finally, after carefully curving a circle around him once, she stops to face him. Her chin turns up, eyes daring - “You look irritable as hell - it suits you.” And truly, he does: his brow seeming in a permanent scowl and his mouth far from pleasant (though it looks as if it might deliver pleasant bites). She likes him - his anger, his power. She wants so badly to suck it out of him, though she will settle for something less. Jude presses forward, moving her head to the side and offering a vulnerable view of her neck.
“Do you want to tell me of the depths of your dissent?” she questions, voice lilting on her feminine accent. She twists away from him, then turns her head to peer back. “Who I am kidding?” she purrs. “That’s not what you want.”
@[Ashhal]