[ Respond | Solira: The Ocean ]
Posted by Dazrah on November 30, 2008, 8:05 pm, in reply to "and it is time again for a thread!"
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[female][7 years][15.3hh][cremello]
[1/8 Andalusian x 1/8 Quarter Horse x 1/2 Mustang x 1/4 Spanish Arabian]
[brood: Rodreé, Esmandreé, Lockeé & Camilleé]
[Solira's jaegers-neophyte][scholar class-unranked]
As blue gaze meets blue gaze a dangerous smile burns on the features of the stallion. Perhaps he thinks he has found a victim or an easy conquest in the white mare and maybe he has but I could be doing him wrong by thinking such things he could just as easily have innocent intentions. Not that there appears to be anything at all innocent about him. Dazrah is the opposite. Where the stallion gives no sign of innocence and yet retains a chance of being just that the white mare is the picture of innocence and while being far from it. She is older than he and she surrendered her innocence to her first lover years ago. His voice is a seductive purr and again he does nothing to lend himself the appearance of innocent intentions.
“My apologies Armand I had taken you for a knight and all knights in my experience bare the title of lord. I am from far away though, perhaps things are different here?”
She is not shy about giving him several appraising looks and she does not pull back as he reaches to touch her.
“A shiver runs through me at his electric touch it has been far too long since a man has touched me and while I did not mean to invite it, it is hardly unwelcome. Yet tough he is free with this contact he seems to be holding himself in check and I wonder what he might do if I were to present the impression of willingness. I am not shy about giving myself to a man and was never terribly selective about when, where or who. I am what I am, born a royal princess sure…respected and loved among the people but at the heart of it all, as everyone knew, I was really just a glorified whore. A whore, but a smart one. My place as the peoples representative was openly mocked by the hot headed nobles on the council and yet everyone of them was sent home in shame at one point or another out smarted by the most notorious courtesan in Telshamin. I knew things and knew equally well how to us that knowledge. The rank, the titles and positions, my royal family ties all of that is gone now and still I am what I am. Hungry for knowledge, for friendship, acceptance and…other things. I do not know as yet what this fine example of male perfection has in mind for me but I can not say that I will be against it whatever it is.”
“You are awfully free with personal space Armand…”
Her tone is lightly chiding but there is no mistaking the words for a complaint. His muzzle touches her flank lightly before pulling away and leaving her to react which she does with out pause. Now it is her turn to be free with his personal space since he has given no indication of wishing to maintain it. She runs her muzzle gently along his crest carefully avoiding any bruises in a gesture that though perhaps a little too familiar and obviously more than a simple attempt to capture his scent could be taken as merely overly friendly. That is done with quickly and the narrow distance stands again between them as Dazrah returns to considering the stallion before her.
“I am known as Dazrah, since you ask. Tell me Armand…what are your intentions?”
The question is purposefully vague and one that could be answered in any number of ways…innocent or otherwise.
thread tracking: post three by Armand, post two by Dazrah, post one by Armand
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