Post by kallielestrange on Oct 27, 2011 0:23:53 GMT -5
Her grey frame bumped back into his, knocking his feet a little bit, and at that same moment, a few butterflies attacked his gut. She was just... so in sync with him. That seemed the best, most correct way of putting it. A little more sway in Philleus' direction overtook his general stance, and as they moved, he still found his muzzle tracing towards hers, and hind quarters pushing at his. He was excited, a little crazed by the moon even, and the way it shone down on them. Sighing, he pulled back.
Simultaneously Phil had done the same. He was choking down words, vibes, at this point, and again he felt like he didn't know what to say to her. The tension was pulling at him, a tingling all over his skin. Even his fetlocks, tip of his withers, felt electrified. He was strangely aware of his bulk. A weird snort occured from him and he veered into her, his twisting. A black shoulder and neck cut her off, two blue eyes peering at her, with a puzzle cut out towards the far off optics. It was a little aggressively that he reached out, nipping at her neck. She was like a silver idol, one he desperately wanted to make his completely. He treasured her, and that thought let his nipping gentle a bit.
Snapping his cranium up, he pressed his broad head to hers, noting how they fit together, awkwardly moving, supremely figures, molded in the same but of different models. It did unnerve him a bit she was taller, but it was only slightly, and on the other hand he did kind of take to it. She was strong, like him, he sensed it even if she didn't admit it, or display it. Moving his facade, he rubbed down her cheek, and along the upper half of his nape, hindquarters prancing in a swinging cut as he did.
As he pressed against her front, he peered at her, a little smoothly. He hoped his optics could betray the thoughts in his head. He wanted her to be with him, to let him cover her, and hopefully, just hopefully, create the first foal, of his own, to roam his lands. His lands. Sighing, he just pressed even harder against her, looking away. Despite... the yearnings in his instinct, his care for her... He didn't want her to do anything she didn't want to. Admiring the colorful atmosphore, dimly glowing on the evening, he contented with just being as close to her as he could, breathing her in. She hadn't said anything, and in a weird way it contented him. It was like she didn't command his attention, and so it was so much the easier to give.
Simultaneously Phil had done the same. He was choking down words, vibes, at this point, and again he felt like he didn't know what to say to her. The tension was pulling at him, a tingling all over his skin. Even his fetlocks, tip of his withers, felt electrified. He was strangely aware of his bulk. A weird snort occured from him and he veered into her, his twisting. A black shoulder and neck cut her off, two blue eyes peering at her, with a puzzle cut out towards the far off optics. It was a little aggressively that he reached out, nipping at her neck. She was like a silver idol, one he desperately wanted to make his completely. He treasured her, and that thought let his nipping gentle a bit.
Snapping his cranium up, he pressed his broad head to hers, noting how they fit together, awkwardly moving, supremely figures, molded in the same but of different models. It did unnerve him a bit she was taller, but it was only slightly, and on the other hand he did kind of take to it. She was strong, like him, he sensed it even if she didn't admit it, or display it. Moving his facade, he rubbed down her cheek, and along the upper half of his nape, hindquarters prancing in a swinging cut as he did.
As he pressed against her front, he peered at her, a little smoothly. He hoped his optics could betray the thoughts in his head. He wanted her to be with him, to let him cover her, and hopefully, just hopefully, create the first foal, of his own, to roam his lands. His lands. Sighing, he just pressed even harder against her, looking away. Despite... the yearnings in his instinct, his care for her... He didn't want her to do anything she didn't want to. Admiring the colorful atmosphore, dimly glowing on the evening, he contented with just being as close to her as he could, breathing her in. She hadn't said anything, and in a weird way it contented him. It was like she didn't command his attention, and so it was so much the easier to give.
