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sing a little song - Delia - 07-21-2017 There is a little pond before me, smooth and calm and cool. The skies above are stormy, but for now, the rain has halted. It has made the pool a perfect mirror, and I am using it as best I can to primp and preen. Earlier, while it rained, I submerged myself in the pond, carefully making sure that any lingering dust upon my pelt was gone. Now the dusty purple of my coat shines gently, even in the dim light afforded by the cloudy sky. My mane has dried into a silken sheet, and even my tail is cooperating. It is always a toss up, washing my tail. I keep it braided and tied up off the ground, and at times it seems that bathing only leaves it more tangled and dirty than before. Not so, today, though. Today, it is all but perfect. The long, trailing feathers that sprout from my shoulders have dried to a glossy black sheen; it takes a mere shudder to coax them into place. I arch my neck carefully, fluttering my lashes at my reflection. What I see is satisfactory; plenty have fallen prey to me with my appearance much more disheveled than this. While I have magic to aid me in my games and help manipulate those weaker-willed than I, I don't like to rely on it. It's much more satisfying to coax someone into falling love with me with just my charms, such as they are. I shrug into my scarf, it's double loops settling pleasantly around my neck. It takes a little extra doing, but the transparent trails finally fall into place around my rump, accenting my curves nicely. With a final flirtatious smile, I turn away from my reflection, my orange eyes glancing at my surroundings. Well, there are worse places to wait, I suppose. I chose these isles because it takes a certain level of strength to get here through the choppy, stormy waters of Drench. If I find someone to play with, I can be reasonably assured that they are worth my time. This clearing I chose because it has the pond, a lovely feature, and is surrounded by thick trees, creating a sense of privacy. Earlier, I cleaned the ground of twigs and stones, leaving only luscious grass revealed. With me in its center, this clearing will no doubt call others like a siren's song. I settle in to wait, watching the shadows from beneath lowered lashes. @Volterra @Thranduil Either or both welcome! RE: sing a little song - Volterra - 07-22-2017
@Delia RE: sing a little song - Delia - 08-14-2017 Well, hello! Whomever I might have imagined would stumble into my little clearing, it certainly was not this kind of stud. I have grown quite used to average men - average looks, average intelligence, average... well, I'm quite sure you understand my meaning. But what should stand before me than a behemoth of a stallion, dark, tall, and handsome? A shiver of delight runs down my spine as I twirl my bodice in his direction with mock surprise, a soft gasp dropping from my lips. I don't startle easily, but I've learned over time that it almost always makes men preen when they think they've bested you in some way. "Oh, you startled me!" I exclaim, inserting a stutter of fear into my voice with almost surgical precision, looking at him from beneath demurely lowered lashes. I am disappointed when he skips past any sort of introduction, but I pretend concern all the same. Perhaps the stallion won't be as easy a target as I had originally thought. Still, I can appreciate a challenge. He is disgustingly plain, so perhaps he is one of those awful intruders; if so, I'm sure he has more than enough on his mind without tossing a bit of lust into the mix. Amusement taints my thoughts for a moment, imagining the strangers' attempts to learn this land without any guidance. Well, perhaps I can "help" him. That should be enough to lower his guard, and invite him to play right into my hooves. With a plan firmly in place, I take a cautious, dainty step towards the steed. "A red dragon?" I repeat, cocking my head to the side as I pretend to search my memory. "No, I'm afraid I haven't seen one." It isn't even a lie. "Have you lost one?" My brows crease with concern, orange eyes softening as though pained at the thought of losing someone dear to me. Oh dear, there goes my honesty. The only creature it would hurt me to lose would be Kahli, and frankly, I'm much less concerned about her well-being at the moment than I am this brute's. Although, maybe 'concerned' isn't the right word. I should expand my vocabulary. "I can help you look, if you'd like. After all, two pairs of eyes are better than one." @Volterra - I'm sorry for the wait, dear! I was off for my wedding, but I should be quicker to respond now. <3 RE: sing a little song - Volterra - 08-14-2017
@Delia No worries :D RE: sing a little song - Delia - 08-18-2017 That look - I recognize that look. The stallion might be playing hard to get, but he's certainly interested. Excellent. A light coat of sweat has appeared upon his muscular shoulders, which I am careful to admire as I subtly look him over. Let him think me nothing more than a woman who likes what she sees - it makes no difference. He will soon join the long list of prey that I have stalked... and beaten. Truth be told, were I a normal mare, I would probably be quite content to flirt with this one. He is rather handsome, after all. Strong, too. If I wanted someone to take care of me, his might be the type I'd be looking for. But, then again... black and white is so very blasé. If he had even a single pop of color, he'd be entirely more handsome. In any case, I do tend to be quite jealous. If it took so little to bring lust to his eyes, I'd end up killing him for looking at someone else, eventually. The stallion denies my offer of assistance, and I delicately step back. I assume that he recognizes by my appearance that I am native to this land. If he has, then he has probably also guessed that I may not be a friend to him and his ilk. He's smarter than I gave him credit for, used to men of his... stature being rather more brawn than brain. No matter. It's just going to make my little game all the more fun. And, despite his brusque denial, he hasn't left yet. I smile. "I am called Delia," I purr, dipping my head slightly in greeting. "It is quite a pleasure to meet you, Volterra." Mine is a flirt's air, all batting lashes and mischievous smiles. I am loathe to use my magic on him to lure him in after what happened with Kahli, but with any luck, I won't need it. If he wants to leave, perhaps I'll text my poison on him, instead. I haven't been able to figure out if that ability is broken, too. "Well," I add after a moment's pause, "I won't keep you from your search, but - forgive me, I do hope that this isn't too forward, but - well, I can't help but think that you aren't from here." It is a guess, but really - he's so horribly plain. He can't possibly be from the Rift, can he? "If you would like a guide, it would be my pleasure -" I linger on the word, dropping a light hint his way, "- to assist." @Volterra RE: sing a little song - Volterra - 08-28-2017
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