Jesper
06-01-2019, 10:36 PM
Summer on the Isle is not lush enough to permit one to become pleasantly plump as the rest of Beqanna does. The season does require a lot less: less fur because wearing your full winter pelt will make you sweat; less calories burned to keep warm; less time spent sleeping because you are trying to conserve calories and body heat (or, frankly, there is nothing better to do); and, less effort in general. On this summer day, Jesper finds himself in search of the mint green mare, Camomila. With diplomatic and political affairs in order (for now), the black pursues a personal interest.
He has thought her attractive since the first time he laid his blue eyes upon her. Her aura, her physique and, even the colors which paint her, seem magestic and elegant; and, to a certain degree, mystical. He found her captivating and, for the first time in a while, it is a relief to feel desire again. Jesper kept to himself for the winter months as, most residents either left the Isle for food or, hunker down and, prefer to be left alone. But now, there is no excuse not to be social and mingle. Social, he could be. The equine certainly has no problem using his words though, flirting and courting may prove to be awkward. It sure has been a while. Well, one step at a time, Jesper reminds himself.
As if meant literally, right hind hoof reaches forward to the ground beneath barrel. Right fore, marked with its fetlock-high white sock, lands purposefully in the coarsely woven grass of the southern coast. Left hind and left fore follow suit, each one made one after the other. The male's stride is purposeful and confident with a relaxed swing through hips. His pace is casual and steady.
Jesper permits his olfactory sense to track her perfume and, guide him to her side. He approaches the lady with a warm smile and bronze-tipped lobes focused upon her. He halts a respectful distance in front of her but, close enough that, when outstretched, his whiskered muzzle can gently touch hers to exchange their scents in greeting. Only after their exchange does the black greet her verbally. "Lady Camomila, it is a pleasure to be in your company, once more. I must say, the summer days do wonders for your hue. How are you?"
Slow and easy would be his plan. A compliment or two should break the ice and soften the conversation a bit. If he could avoid discussing matters of the Isle, and its Council, perhaps he could share his own feelings. Content to spend the rest of the day beside her, the stallion assumes a relaxed stance and listens wholeheartedly to her.
He has thought her attractive since the first time he laid his blue eyes upon her. Her aura, her physique and, even the colors which paint her, seem magestic and elegant; and, to a certain degree, mystical. He found her captivating and, for the first time in a while, it is a relief to feel desire again. Jesper kept to himself for the winter months as, most residents either left the Isle for food or, hunker down and, prefer to be left alone. But now, there is no excuse not to be social and mingle. Social, he could be. The equine certainly has no problem using his words though, flirting and courting may prove to be awkward. It sure has been a while. Well, one step at a time, Jesper reminds himself.
As if meant literally, right hind hoof reaches forward to the ground beneath barrel. Right fore, marked with its fetlock-high white sock, lands purposefully in the coarsely woven grass of the southern coast. Left hind and left fore follow suit, each one made one after the other. The male's stride is purposeful and confident with a relaxed swing through hips. His pace is casual and steady.
Jesper permits his olfactory sense to track her perfume and, guide him to her side. He approaches the lady with a warm smile and bronze-tipped lobes focused upon her. He halts a respectful distance in front of her but, close enough that, when outstretched, his whiskered muzzle can gently touch hers to exchange their scents in greeting. Only after their exchange does the black greet her verbally. "Lady Camomila, it is a pleasure to be in your company, once more. I must say, the summer days do wonders for your hue. How are you?"
Slow and easy would be his plan. A compliment or two should break the ice and soften the conversation a bit. If he could avoid discussing matters of the Isle, and its Council, perhaps he could share his own feelings. Content to spend the rest of the day beside her, the stallion assumes a relaxed stance and listens wholeheartedly to her.
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carnage x bethanie
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