Ayven, Does it alway's matter?

[sibber-chow]

The ebony’s gait was slow at first. Her towers stood tall, shifting as their hooves slushed through the light snowfall. With each step she took, she could hear his own hoofbeats pounding the ground. A smile approached her maw once again as she noted the similarities and differences in their gaits. Their steps had a different beat, yet they were all harsh, beating the ground with their rough falls. Feeling her tail instinctively sift once more, the mare’s gait suddenly increased. In spite wishing to talk and get to know this stallion, she knew standing still only kept her mind to settle upon lecherous thoughts. So, she would keep it busy with a run. She could see a few snow hares making a startled dash to get out of her ways as she suddenly took off in a heavy canter. The onyx fae never took a chance to slow herself, in fact her eyes didn’t really seem focused on where they were going at all. She traveled a long while before realizing she wasn’t even headed for her territory. She had at first meant to take the stallion on a long route towards her homelands. At the moment though, they had traveled thirty minutes in the wrong direction and night was baring in. In fact, chocolate orbs now found the duos location in deeper amongst the unclaimed territories. The only way home from here laid the two with but two choices – one they could cut through rival territory at the dangerous hours of the night, or they could take a trip through Allevare Mettono. The trip through Mettono was quicker and safer, but it would surely place mischeivous thoughts in both equines minds. Slowing down, the mare trotted to the borders of her rival’s lands. They were at the edge of Terra de Mafia – a dangerous place for both horses to be. To make it worse, it was a long way through these lands to Fiana’s own… they would have to stop and rest in foreign lands. Or, they could trek through the breeding grounds. What a decision! The mare was visibly perplexed.

[sink]

Ayven kept pace with the mare.When indecision finally showed on her facade, her carefully constructed acade he lost art of himself. He knew that the breeding grounds ere their somewere. He could imply push the mare there. He didn't know of all the lands, didn't kno exactly were they were placed, but peding the night in the breeding grounds, they could start of the next day, fresh, well somewhat fresh, and get to her land.

So with that decision made, avyen, in his tri tone pelt moved closer to the manx and niped her rum, alling his his husky tones. "were going this way" and nipped the essa, to the point of crimson, to follow him towrds the breeding grounds.

occ/ so go to the breeding grounds to continue this, or fight a bit here?

[sibber-chow]

Her crown had been lowerd slightly, orbs fallen on the ground as she were studying it for any signs of danger. In truth, she was not. Instead, she was entrapped in her thoughts. A nip at her rump sent the mare to shoot her head up to its most regal height. Initially there was a sense of alarm in the mare. But, his husky melodies reassured that it was only him. Her ears flattened as he spoke, but she had to agree. The mare must do what was best for her herd, and he was now a member of her herd. Entering foreign lands would put them both in danger. The femme would have to use her utmost amount of self-control in going to such intoxicating planes. But, it was their safest best.

She began to move immediately at his second nip, wincing as a small layer of crimson oozed up from her flesh. It was her instinct to take flight at the nip, and she almost thought nothing of it… allowing him to herd her. But, she soon came to her normal sense. With a stubborn snort, she lunged forwards. She made no attack on him. Instead, the ebony took control. While she would admit his decision to be correct, she would be the leader! As she passed by him, her tail whipped at his barrel as if chastising his nip with the smack.
OoC|| To Mettono! x3