IN A FALSETTO —

[Whipster]

complicate my future

This day seemed all but wasted to him now, the sun had merely two hours before it would fall to sleep and make way for the moon. Though, this time of day in particular was his favorite. Ivanov liked the way dusk would sweep across the horizon, where stars would be splattered across a darkening sky of navy blue. It was of the highest regards in his mind, the love for the night, where he could slither his way about. Calculate whatever his mind had in rubble. Ivanov now, looking over the river, smiled and raised his crown to begin the walk that enticed him here in the first place. Dusk was setting in nicely around him, lightning bugs dancing around his hooves as he walked in the taller grass beside the bank.

There was someone not far off from him — a woman, no doubt, with the way her body was chiseled into sharp curves and painted bright, still young it seemed. Ivanov was not one to bother ( how cruel he could really be was determined by the victim entirely ) but he was also not the type to walk away from a pretty face. That was the deal when dealing with the mentally ill, with the deranged. So the cherry painted stallion kept a cool, laze smile on his face, keeping the knightly stature with his chest out and neck arched, tail whipping pests from his hind legs. His approach was subtle, a small bat of his cerulean eyes as he slipped in close to her. "What an evening, don't you think?"





for Laredo _____ for ivanov & ellecia

[Laredo]

Ellecia

The dunskin painted woman was lost in thought, all of her senses focused on the rushing rapids of the river she stood beside. The sounds of the waters had put her in meditation, taken her away else where, at that moment, to put her mind at ease of all the friction between her, and her grandfather's lead Tigerlily. She had to get away for a while. That old woman just made her so mad! She had to get away once in a while so she just didn't explode, and stomp a mud hole her. She had respect for her grandfather not to do that to his mate, but arguing with her was another story. She just couldn't help it, about every time her mouth opened, it was to contradict the Kiger mare's comments on this and that. She wondered at times if it was worth sticking around to deal with.

Her body flinched at the sound of the unfamiliar male voice behind her, like her floating soul crashed back into her body. She shook her head, gathering her wits about her before she slowly turned her head, casting her lupine amber orbs upon the painted cherry bay roan man. She swallowed hard, as she looked him over, slightly skeptical, but she'd give him a chance as company. She'd actually be happy to have some different company from her family. To have one else's perspective would be nice for a change for the dunskin painted woman. Her eyes finally met with his pale blue ones, and she was just stuck there for a few moments before she finally replied to him. "Yes.. I supposed it is quite an evening." she said to him as she flicked her ebony tail lightly at her flanks. A slight smile pulled at her kissers as she spoke. "And to what I do owe the pleasure the company of a stranger on this eve?" she asked him. Her voice carried a strong boldness. It was a lot of the way she grew up. After all she was the granddaughter of the Red man, Rowtag, and bull dyke Torance, and also of Warlord, and Drover.