Jesper
09-09-2019, 09:08 PM
The black stallion smells her perfume long before her call echoes across the barren tundra. If he stood in canine form, his hackles would stand on end. His sharp teeth would be bared and visible behind snarled lips. As it is, Jesper stands in his equine form today. He stands guard outside the den his beloved mint mare rests in. Her bulging belly is evidence that his seed took root and grows stronger each day. Sabrina's arrival is a threat to all that he has worked towards. With a snort, the black lunges forward into a bounding canter. His stride carries him over the thick blanket of snow with ease.
Jesper charges at the mutant wolf. As he closes in on her, he considers not stopping. She made the ultimate act of betrayal. How could he ever trust her? Then again, who wouldn't have leaped at the opportunity he left. He decides he would at least hear her out. The terms of their challenge were her doing, after all. He did not banish her from the Isle or, from ever returning. He slides to a stop and sends a wave of snow to shower her paws. Jesper does not offer a welcoming smile or, a nod of his head. Poll remains high, on alert, with both ears facing rearward. His bronze-tipped lobes are not pinned but, nor are they friendly.
His aquamarine gaze notes the swelling in her barrel before they level with hers. He does manage to keep his tone cool as his voice slices through the hollow air. "Are your hormones to blame for coming back here or, are you just that brazen?" His icy gaze studies her carefully. He would be hard pressed to allow her to take advantage of him again.
Jesper charges at the mutant wolf. As he closes in on her, he considers not stopping. She made the ultimate act of betrayal. How could he ever trust her? Then again, who wouldn't have leaped at the opportunity he left. He decides he would at least hear her out. The terms of their challenge were her doing, after all. He did not banish her from the Isle or, from ever returning. He slides to a stop and sends a wave of snow to shower her paws. Jesper does not offer a welcoming smile or, a nod of his head. Poll remains high, on alert, with both ears facing rearward. His bronze-tipped lobes are not pinned but, nor are they friendly.
His aquamarine gaze notes the swelling in her barrel before they level with hers. He does manage to keep his tone cool as his voice slices through the hollow air. "Are your hormones to blame for coming back here or, are you just that brazen?" His icy gaze studies her carefully. He would be hard pressed to allow her to take advantage of him again.
jesper
carnage x bethanie
@[Sabrina]