08-18-2019, 10:55 PM
As Aten watched the scene before him unfold, he winced when he realized the mare now found herself in quite the predicament. Her legs were now trapped in some of the branches and vines that she had tore down from the tree in an effort to make it more presentable, said branches and vines holding fast to her like a suckling foal to a mare's teat.
The golden stallion watched to see if the mare would make an attempt to try and free herself from the entrapment, but instead, she gazed at him with a lazy glaze in her eyes and spoke in a quiet voice that didn't seem to capture her real strength. It was a simple greeting, two new friends getting to know each other and being civil while still tiptoeing around each other's hooves as they tried to figure out what ground they stood on.
Aten gave the mare a gentle smile as he made his way over to her. While doing so, he greeted her in turn, "Hello to you as well. My name is Aten; may I be bold enough to ask yours?"
While he awaited her answer and what else she might have to say, the stallion set to work on helping loosen the vines and branches from around her legs. Despite having hooves, Aten worked with an unusual delicateness to his movement in order to avoid scraping the mare's legs. He lifted one hoof and moved some of the bigger branches and vines that still lay on the ground to see which ones were loose and which ones were actually the culprits behind trapping the mare.
More than Aten would've guessed were easily picked away by his rock-hard hooves, leaving mostly vines behind. A couple smaller branches were entangled against her delicate legs, so Aten would be more careful with those. He lowered his head and gripped the end of one branch with his teeth to lift it away from the mare's legs, pulling harder only when necessary. He did his best to avoid scraping the skin strapped to her bones and muscles, stopping for a moment each time her skin twitched.
When the majority of the branches were gone, leaving the vines, the stallion gripped some with his teeth and pulled to test if they were loose. Those that were came off her legs easily, while others required some work. At this point however, the mare's legs were free enough that she could start to work on her own.
Since there was little left to do, Aten took a moment to look up at the mare. She was a beautiful creature, with the bright coat of a palomino strapped over her form, and despite the pink color that matched her pretty wavy mane and tail, her point markings identified her as a buckskin. Her stature was proud and defiant, but with a fine sleekness that only a mare could possess. While her underline spoke of tales past and the life that once stirred in her belly, she still retained a youthful appearance to both her tapered body and her attractive face.
@[Jackel]
The golden stallion watched to see if the mare would make an attempt to try and free herself from the entrapment, but instead, she gazed at him with a lazy glaze in her eyes and spoke in a quiet voice that didn't seem to capture her real strength. It was a simple greeting, two new friends getting to know each other and being civil while still tiptoeing around each other's hooves as they tried to figure out what ground they stood on.
Aten gave the mare a gentle smile as he made his way over to her. While doing so, he greeted her in turn, "Hello to you as well. My name is Aten; may I be bold enough to ask yours?"
While he awaited her answer and what else she might have to say, the stallion set to work on helping loosen the vines and branches from around her legs. Despite having hooves, Aten worked with an unusual delicateness to his movement in order to avoid scraping the mare's legs. He lifted one hoof and moved some of the bigger branches and vines that still lay on the ground to see which ones were loose and which ones were actually the culprits behind trapping the mare.
More than Aten would've guessed were easily picked away by his rock-hard hooves, leaving mostly vines behind. A couple smaller branches were entangled against her delicate legs, so Aten would be more careful with those. He lowered his head and gripped the end of one branch with his teeth to lift it away from the mare's legs, pulling harder only when necessary. He did his best to avoid scraping the skin strapped to her bones and muscles, stopping for a moment each time her skin twitched.
When the majority of the branches were gone, leaving the vines, the stallion gripped some with his teeth and pulled to test if they were loose. Those that were came off her legs easily, while others required some work. At this point however, the mare's legs were free enough that she could start to work on her own.
Since there was little left to do, Aten took a moment to look up at the mare. She was a beautiful creature, with the bright coat of a palomino strapped over her form, and despite the pink color that matched her pretty wavy mane and tail, her point markings identified her as a buckskin. Her stature was proud and defiant, but with a fine sleekness that only a mare could possess. While her underline spoke of tales past and the life that once stirred in her belly, she still retained a youthful appearance to both her tapered body and her attractive face.
@[Jackel]