Ygritte
05-23-2019, 01:23 PM
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
Spring manages to draw the normally private mare from the shelter of the forest. Her good eye, the left, is bright and warm with a glitter of interest. The air is sweet and the sun is warm upon the copper of her back.
She is blessed with eternal beauty, a gift offered from the gods, despite the age the once queen holds in her heart. She carries the volumes of knowledge in her head despite how a crown sometimes can weigh heavier. One salmon dipped leg draws her further into the open of the meadow with the tender grass tall and lush. Her pink lips reach to taste the shoots that tickle at her belly.
All around are mares with young suckling foals and there is a small year for a womb filled or the press of whiskers at her underbelly. It had been ages since she had seen her children or her long lost king...but the universe has a way of tying loose ends into a lovely flower wreath. She draws her breath slowly, tasting the scent, savoring the levels that merge to the create a perfumed atmosphere.
The begonias that cover her right eye are bloomed into a delicate shade of blush, the mare sighs, and a flick of ehr tail draw her into the meadow and away from the treeline. There are others here and the woman wishes to converse, if only for a short while, with someone who should like the company of a pretty mare.
She is blessed with eternal beauty, a gift offered from the gods, despite the age the once queen holds in her heart. She carries the volumes of knowledge in her head despite how a crown sometimes can weigh heavier. One salmon dipped leg draws her further into the open of the meadow with the tender grass tall and lush. Her pink lips reach to taste the shoots that tickle at her belly.
All around are mares with young suckling foals and there is a small year for a womb filled or the press of whiskers at her underbelly. It had been ages since she had seen her children or her long lost king...but the universe has a way of tying loose ends into a lovely flower wreath. She draws her breath slowly, tasting the scent, savoring the levels that merge to the create a perfumed atmosphere.
The begonias that cover her right eye are bloomed into a delicate shade of blush, the mare sighs, and a flick of ehr tail draw her into the meadow and away from the treeline. There are others here and the woman wishes to converse, if only for a short while, with someone who should like the company of a pretty mare.
Ygritte.