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Estéril
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Date Posted: 16:17:38 05/25/01 Fri
In reply to:
Melody
's message, "Inside" on 13:04:51 05/25/01 Fri
((OOC: Yea - is this Jen? Hehe...Guess who this is...*hint* Ron))
His ears pin, flattened against his poll. Dark mane spills over, stray tendrils finding their way into his vision. His head snaps back as he snorts, tossing the intrusive forelock from his eyes. Some sense warns him of her excitement, and it transfers itself to him. His eyes go wide, the whited beginning to show. But amazingly enough, the steed stands his ground, unsure whether to flee, feign attack or stay put. An unshod hoof scrapes the ground, the only sound save for his hurried snorts. Quite cautiously, his muzzle once again extends to better take in her scent.
Deciding she meant no harm, but keeping an alert front, the stallion stretched his head to full length, muzzle hovering over her hand. The whiskers on his muzzle just barely tickle her hand before - Suddenly - with a flash of white teeth he has nipped her hand. It is not deep, nor does it raise blood. The nip was an experiment, a ruse to decide the potential of the homo sapien. His head was again high, eyes trained on her in fear, but also with the flecks of possible aggression should the beast before him give him just reason to lash out.
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