01-19-2017, 11:01 PM
His name surprises him as though it were a secret or some incantation only uttered under a full moon. The single syllable is uttered from a familiar indigo mouth (though her voice has seemed to have deepened to a more womanly rasp). Lior does not have much to,e before the copper and blue youth is upon him. She is moving such to quick for him to avert her advances.
Her gentle caress is all over him. The touch against his scarred jaw causes him to suck his breath in a harsh inhale. Her lips press and trace the seams of his dark wings. Lior is not sure how to react so he simply does -nothing-. He is surprised, overwhelmed, and perhaps pleased to see a familiar face. "Exist." The low growl of his voice speaks her name as a small crawl of a smirk touches the edges of his lips. He murmurs her name, his own whiskered lips seek the gentle curve of her neck in his own tentative way of greeting.
Lobes catch the next words that are uttered from her tapered lips. Lior catches the hints of challenge, the way she seems to move with poise and fire that was not there before. The dark stallion's smirk stretches into a smile hen she asks if he was 'any good with them'. Lior had been winged amongst other things years ago when he was still under his father's control.
It only takes a moment longer before the male is above the ground. In another moment, he is close to Exist with an electrifying speed, the large wings moving with practiced ease. Silver pools find that of the fair Exist, the smile still upon his lips absentmindedly, as he matches her pace.How long had it been since he had felt the weightlessness of mind, body, and soul? A laugh conjures up from the depths of his belly before he pulls ahead of her with a curious look over his shoulder before climbing higher with the easy pull of his dark tattered wings. "Are you any good with those things?" The stallion calls to her, teasing playfully. It catches him off guard to be so light, so eager to fly with her but he does not deny the relief he feels to fly.
Her gentle caress is all over him. The touch against his scarred jaw causes him to suck his breath in a harsh inhale. Her lips press and trace the seams of his dark wings. Lior is not sure how to react so he simply does -nothing-. He is surprised, overwhelmed, and perhaps pleased to see a familiar face. "Exist." The low growl of his voice speaks her name as a small crawl of a smirk touches the edges of his lips. He murmurs her name, his own whiskered lips seek the gentle curve of her neck in his own tentative way of greeting.
Lobes catch the next words that are uttered from her tapered lips. Lior catches the hints of challenge, the way she seems to move with poise and fire that was not there before. The dark stallion's smirk stretches into a smile hen she asks if he was 'any good with them'. Lior had been winged amongst other things years ago when he was still under his father's control.
It only takes a moment longer before the male is above the ground. In another moment, he is close to Exist with an electrifying speed, the large wings moving with practiced ease. Silver pools find that of the fair Exist, the smile still upon his lips absentmindedly, as he matches her pace.How long had it been since he had felt the weightlessness of mind, body, and soul? A laugh conjures up from the depths of his belly before he pulls ahead of her with a curious look over his shoulder before climbing higher with the easy pull of his dark tattered wings. "Are you any good with those things?" The stallion calls to her, teasing playfully. It catches him off guard to be so light, so eager to fly with her but he does not deny the relief he feels to fly.