Say those sweet words || DESMOND GRAIL

[lavender]

Neriffe had been wandering for quite a while and hadn't met anyone yet. She longed for some company, she desperately needed some attention. Raising her head from the from the shimmering water she had been drinking, she pulled herself up from her hind legs and started to run. The cool morning breeze blowing in off the water rustled her long black forelock, carving her face as she accelerated her pace. Bobbing her head to keep up her fast gallop, her tail raised high into the sky as in a typical Arabian fashion. Long strands of black-white mane drifted around Neriffe's sight, the wind made them dance around the air. The mare released a call of her own, dripping of off her lips as sweet as honey - even sultry. She held her head and tail high, hiding the fact that she was scared and lonely. The mare needed masculine attention, just to obscure her insecurity, her anguish.

Finally the ebony spotted mare stopped, the gorgeous mare stood tall, her nostrils sucked in the scent of other horses. Neriffe was excited to find a place that she might call home, the area was beautiful. She looked around and didn't see anyone that might had heard her earlier call, so she continued her quest.

[Kenren]

He could only feel happy that the sky, for once this spring, was only grey, and not dripping moisture. Not that the air around him wasn't wet in itself; the humidity made it thick, especially by the river's edge. But at least he remained relatively dry, a state that he greatly preferred. He did not dip his head to the water, preferring to have nothing to do with the river at the moment. It was too wet to feel thirsty. Instead, the pale stallion watched idly as fish swam beneath the surface, seeming completely oblivious to the current trying to force them downstream. So small, but so strong. A philosopher might find some deep meaning in this, some life lesson to enlighten their lives. Unfortunately, Desmond was no philosopher, and couldn't care less about life lessons. The deeper meaning was lost to him. No, he simple enjoyed watching the movement of the small animals, especially when he was as bored out of his mind as he was in that instant.

The tall grey stallion turned his chocolate eyes from the water, gazing around him with the bored look that was his signature expression. It was one of the only downsides to being alone, but it was a big downside nonetheless. He was the type of stallion that needed social interaction, no matter with who or what the level of hostility was. An irritated sigh was moments from breaking through his lips when his eyes caught movement. His head turned, body language suddenly alert. A whinny came from the new arrival, another equine moving along the bank. She - the scent coming to him told him she was indeed female - stopped not too far from him, looking a bit forlorn. He didn't know the reason, and didn't really care. All he knew was that here in front of him was the entertainment he'd been waiting for. He gave a low whicker as he began walking toward the female, away from the water. If he was correct in deciphering her look, he would not be turned away. When he stopped near her, that smirk - one that could be endearing or irritating, depending on the observer - came to his lips. "You look a bit lost," he commented in his tenor tones. He didn't mean so much her direction of travel as the look on her face when he'd first seen her. She could take the words however she deemed fit.

[lavender]

The mare looked up, to the grey heavens. Thick white clouds were formed in the grey sky. Her dark eyes followed them and her thoughts wandered off. She loved the feeling of a soft breeze through her mane, the wind who carried her on its wings. The wonders of nature. As a filly she loved to observe the clouds, fantasizing about what they could be. A sparkle lighted up in her eyes when she returned to her younger years, the mare blinked lightly and she looked over her shoulder, observing the area where she had been wandering for quite a while now.

Having not expected an answer from another equine to her call, Neriffe wasn’t the least bit disappointed by the response. Her ears perked up when hooves drummed out a rapid beat against the grass, and her body language changed – from an insecure, lonely soul to a seductive mare. The golden stallion approached her, the mare took in his form. His strongly built, golden frame stopped near her, a smirk formed on his lips. Her eyes finally met his gaze and the mare gave him a sultry smile “You look a bit lost,” he commented. A soft, harmonious laugh escaped her throat “I’m just wandering. What about you, stud?”