The Two Toned Ess

[dixie]

The chestnut and ivory painted femmora gracefully 3-beated onto the terrain dotted with 'quines, waiting for mate to come along, ask them to be in their herd, and have offspring. But that is not why she was here. She was here to find a loving, faithful, and compasionate brute to share her joys and her pains. Her long, ivory whipcord flew behind her muscular, battle-scarred bodice like a flame that would never be put out. She thought about the many battles she had been in, in her short 4 years of her life. Some she had lost, but in turn, some she had won.

She shook the memories from her mind as she continued on, her silky tresses flowing over her outstretched nape. She let out a long, joyous bellow to anyone that was listening in this emerald valley. She transitioned into a smooth trot, her pillars reaching as far as they could, her daggers landing softly on the earth's loam. She then slowed to a walk, almost out of breath, for she had travelled far to reach this place. She waited patiently for someone to arrive, to keep her company.

[dixie]

The two toned femmora lifted her neatly carved dome higher, her sapphire spheres searching the desolate terrain for any other equines. Her harks were laced forth as she thought she saw a moving figure. Deciding it wasn’t anything, she started to walk forth, leaving fresh imprints in the soft loam. Her quarters swayed with each careful step, her long, silver pendulum moving with the rhythm.

Her moon washed tassels fell gently ‘pon her slightly arched serpentine, her forelock resting on her eyelids. She let another harmonious tune escape her parted kissers, her sides vibrating. She kept her audits laced forth, listening for any reply.

Not hearing any, she pushed her gait to a smooth extended 2-beat. Her long appendages outstretched with every stride to their full length, her flints cutting the sod as they landed. As she trotted, she thought about why no stag had come. Is it because I’m not pretty?, she pondered to herself. She continued her angel-like gait, her porcelain tinted whipcord slightly raised, implying that she was in a good mood.

When she arrived at a small pool of aqua, she slowed to a walk, her titaniums dragging ‘pon the earth. She lowered her dial, her velveteen maw touching the cool liquid. After she had had her fill, she raised her apex, her auds slightly pointed back. She was curious who lived here, but she wasn’t exactly up to investigating today. Instead, she folded her pistons beneath her mass, then slowly lowered herself to the ground. Now under the shade of a weeping willow, she let her orbs shut, drifting into a light slumber.

[Legion]

Liquid mirrors widened to a great extent, not believing the sight they beheld as they gazed at an elegant ivory and chestnut fae, alone... From the brute's vision at the top of a small hill, the vix looked positively angelic, as though sent from the heavens themselves. Hazel vissionaries took in her muscular yet agile curvature, powerful appendages, and softly chiseled crania. The image was absolutely perfect. Stretching an ebon tipped appex, the king gracefully broke into a 2 step, daggers effortlessly slicing through the soft loam underneath, fluidly yet rapidly covering the short distance to the amazing fae.

As he neared her, appendages ceased their ivory flashes as they slowed to an abrupt stop, kicking up a soft cloud of dust from the emerald-covered sod. The sun's warming rays bathed the lord with a warming golden light, gleaming his ivory pelt to absolute perfection, illuminating him greatly amongst the rolling fields of emerald. Every silken tendril of his ivory tresses shone with a gloss no other stag could accomplish as they cascade dawn his arched serpentine, landing with perfect form in a smooth silver waterfall.

Slashing plumage flowed like a dream from a muscular rump, whipping through the air behind his poweful image, lifted by the gentle breeze. crimson-dipped harks pricked simultaneously towards the vix, drinking in her sounds as well as his flared nares took in her luring scent. This fae was most certainly heavenly. As obsidian vissionaries gazed her down still, the lord's velvetine mug parted, pearly ivories clearly visible, releasing a sweet lulaby melody onto the air currents.

Fair maiden, I wish to learn of your blessing. I am of the dubbance Legion. You have enticed me so, pardon my intrusion. I wish to as my queen, such a doe as yourself deserves much more however. Hoping the fae wasn't perturbed by his abrupt decision, he parted his maw once more, letting his calming tone sail through the air again. Of course, the decision if yours, do not feel pushed, for I only want your angelic figurine to be pleased...Dropping his boa in a deep bow, the lord showed his utmost respect for the vix before turning away. How he wanted to whisk her away with him, to take her to the deserts of his home, to love her as his own. Yet he held himself together, slinking into the shadows of the night to wait..