08-15-2021, 07:29 PM
The Pampas is not Ischia. His whiskers are swept well back against his body to avoid touching the dry grasses and a cloud of Distaste leeches out of him and stains the air all around until the songbirds and and insects nearly fall out of the sky when they encounter the wall of his revulsion.
The struggle had been valiant, but she was the stronger of the two of them, more adept, more practiced with the manipulation of emotion, and finally, he had no defense against her. The young stallion turns to his abductor without malice - too intrigued by her to know anger, too hungry to practice his own abilities to her level!
"You stay here?" Warm brown eyes skim over the wide, flat, grassland and find little there worth the trouble. The flowers are not as great as Ischia's. The birds are not as colorful and most are much smaller. Instead of fresh salt, the air is overthick with the scent of dust and cloying nectar, and the few scant trees offer little shade against the leering, tired, sun. The place is dry and brittle but his laugh is still easy.
"How dull this land is. You should have taken me up on my offer to stay in Ischia, instead."
The struggle had been valiant, but she was the stronger of the two of them, more adept, more practiced with the manipulation of emotion, and finally, he had no defense against her. The young stallion turns to his abductor without malice - too intrigued by her to know anger, too hungry to practice his own abilities to her level!
"You stay here?" Warm brown eyes skim over the wide, flat, grassland and find little there worth the trouble. The flowers are not as great as Ischia's. The birds are not as colorful and most are much smaller. Instead of fresh salt, the air is overthick with the scent of dust and cloying nectar, and the few scant trees offer little shade against the leering, tired, sun. The place is dry and brittle but his laugh is still easy.
"How dull this land is. You should have taken me up on my offer to stay in Ischia, instead."
@Aela