06-15-2017, 08:12 PM
At first he lets her lead. He comfortably lolls behind her, no doubtedly staring at her beautiful backside saunter along the wooded path. The dark stallion bucks and jets ahead playfully, a small burst of a gallop and then he slows again falling behind once more. His lips affectionately brush her hip as he passes and pulls in front. The river guides them at first but Chemdog insists they step off of the River’s bank and move inland just a little. He’s passed through here before…these are the borders of Taiga, just a mile or so ahead. He knows enough to stay off of Taigan land uninvited – but there are curiosities and wonder in these shadows. He jogs off the path and into the thick forest, turning over his speckled back to smile deviously to his travel companion. “Wait here my dove, I’ll be right back..” His body fades into the shadows and he is completely gone. Bushes spread and leaf-litter shifts under his weight. Even when camouflaged by magic he cannot hide his size. He creeps as quietly as he can manage, looking for danger or Kingdom patrols.
He returns and lands his coal black lips against hers. His breath is hot from travel, his blood flowing warm, heart pounding away tirelessly within his chest. He nibbles her unshyly for a moment, kissing his muzzle to hers, licking at her mouth when given the chance. He cannot help himself, she lures him – loins first. His tail whips and he growls in jest, chuckling to himself. “You distract me.” He leads the way. “Coast is clear – come see these ancient beasts of trees.” He leads her into the mysterious forest and behemoth trees of red-bark and mammoth cones rise in front of them as they go deeper. The ground is soft with moss and needles; pine smell is thick on the foggy air. He wonders if she’s ever seen this before, is she as bewildered and amazed he was when he stumbled upon this place? Did she enjoy discovering these relic sentinels guarding the forests edge? Into Taiga the forest thickens, but on the edge between the Forest and the Kingdom there are only a few rogue sequoias standing vigil; free for the wanderers to revel at. Still he keeps an eye out for someone apt to jabber at them.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
@[Sreva] sorry for the wait love! <33
