10-25-2016, 06:19 PM
He listens to her voice as it's notes fluctuate rhythmically, guiding him along a smooth and speedy flow. The gray that encased his sight listens closely as the topic drifts from him and then back to her. Lior is nothing more than a simple stallion who bears the burden of solitude. He relishes in the quiet of his small cave, the way the 'drip-drip-drip' comes from deep within her like a steady heartbeat. This sound lulls him in the storms, the warmth of moss and grass sprigs embracing him through the night.
Lior wants to wince when she murmurs her casual distaste for his inquiry. Instead, he remains stoic and motionless (save the dilation of his nostrils and the fall of dark lashes). Lior observes her shift in demeanor and he considers how to offer comfort but the action falls short of a simple but firm 'tap-tap' on her shoulder. The stallion pulls back to watch her face...reading for signs of disapproval. Either way, Lior was not hurt. Some mares insist upon vast space while others have snuggled quiet violently against his skin but he was not one to pass judgement and would not start today.
With an inhale of chilled autumn air, he clears his mind before abruptly exhaling in a sigh. There is a cross of confusion as he is not sure what to say so instead he looks over his shoulder towards the mouth of his cave and then back to the red woman. "It's not so bad." The dark stallion rumbles low and gravely in an effort of reaching the mare through voice. Lior does not know love nor has he ever attempted to but he still tries for the sake of the silver masked mare.
Lior wants to wince when she murmurs her casual distaste for his inquiry. Instead, he remains stoic and motionless (save the dilation of his nostrils and the fall of dark lashes). Lior observes her shift in demeanor and he considers how to offer comfort but the action falls short of a simple but firm 'tap-tap' on her shoulder. The stallion pulls back to watch her face...reading for signs of disapproval. Either way, Lior was not hurt. Some mares insist upon vast space while others have snuggled quiet violently against his skin but he was not one to pass judgement and would not start today.
With an inhale of chilled autumn air, he clears his mind before abruptly exhaling in a sigh. There is a cross of confusion as he is not sure what to say so instead he looks over his shoulder towards the mouth of his cave and then back to the red woman. "It's not so bad." The dark stallion rumbles low and gravely in an effort of reaching the mare through voice. Lior does not know love nor has he ever attempted to but he still tries for the sake of the silver masked mare.