G A R E T H
Oh for the love of Vespera. Really Gareth? Are you blind and deaf?
The thought cracked through his mind like a whip. He was somewhat grateful for the intervention, as he was certain that the chaotic mix of hot and cold that shot through his core at the tantalizing touch of Pangaea’s fangs to his flesh was the source of some unknown demon. Some sinful, lustful thing that was unlike anything of the gentleman his grandmother had raised him to be.
A date. Gods, Gareth, she’s about as subtle as that mare that crashed into the earth in a blazing ball of light. You can’t seriously be missing this, can you? Noor snorted, turning his head briefly back to watch as the saurian woman took advantage of their synched steps to rub against the stallion. I might not have been very approving, but you can’t seriously tell me that you are completely oblivious?
The medic tried to remain stoic, the kind and courteous man that he knew he was. It had become incredibly difficult, however, as Pangaea purred deliciously, creating as much physical contact between them as possible. A primal hunger stirred in him, a low rumble in his chest as he inhaled her lingering scent. He grit his teeth, trying to swallow the sound before it could escape, before she could notice just how easily she turned his gentle ways.
The mare casually tugged at a loose lock of his mane, a teasing gesture that mimicked the kind of taunts many young colts would give pretty fillies when they were unsure how to express themselves. He had seen it a dozen times in his youth, but it was never an action he had ever been involved in, on either end. It only took two heart breaks, a near mid-life crisis and one particularly cozy winter that involved some questionable medical ethics to get there.
“Ah… yes. Me… uh… too.” Gareth stumbled over the words, his tongue heavy in his mouth. There were several things he would have rather been doing with that tongue besides trying to speak with it.
While the relationship between a bonded companion and their equine left their connection open to telepathic communication, the stallion generally spoke aloud because it was more familiar. That did not mean that when his thoughts were particularly blaring that they did not project themselves to Noor, whether he wanted to or not.
The stag made a strange noise, a combination of startled and disgust. Whatever image his friend was thinking of doing he wanted no part in it. He shook his head violently. Too much, Gareth! Too Much! Put that thing back where it came from or so help me…
The stallion instinctively flattened his ears in embarrassment. He hadn’t meant to share that particular fantasy, and he could imagine that Noor would have liked to have gone his entire life not remotely privy to the inner workings of the brute’s a… personal preferences. He cleared his throat again, trying to loosen the grip on his vocabulary so he could speak properly. His deep baritone shifted to an uncomfortable crack as he said, “We should probably get a move on, before the sun sets. Those wolves, you know…”
The thought cracked through his mind like a whip. He was somewhat grateful for the intervention, as he was certain that the chaotic mix of hot and cold that shot through his core at the tantalizing touch of Pangaea’s fangs to his flesh was the source of some unknown demon. Some sinful, lustful thing that was unlike anything of the gentleman his grandmother had raised him to be.
A date. Gods, Gareth, she’s about as subtle as that mare that crashed into the earth in a blazing ball of light. You can’t seriously be missing this, can you? Noor snorted, turning his head briefly back to watch as the saurian woman took advantage of their synched steps to rub against the stallion. I might not have been very approving, but you can’t seriously tell me that you are completely oblivious?
The medic tried to remain stoic, the kind and courteous man that he knew he was. It had become incredibly difficult, however, as Pangaea purred deliciously, creating as much physical contact between them as possible. A primal hunger stirred in him, a low rumble in his chest as he inhaled her lingering scent. He grit his teeth, trying to swallow the sound before it could escape, before she could notice just how easily she turned his gentle ways.
The mare casually tugged at a loose lock of his mane, a teasing gesture that mimicked the kind of taunts many young colts would give pretty fillies when they were unsure how to express themselves. He had seen it a dozen times in his youth, but it was never an action he had ever been involved in, on either end. It only took two heart breaks, a near mid-life crisis and one particularly cozy winter that involved some questionable medical ethics to get there.
“Ah… yes. Me… uh… too.” Gareth stumbled over the words, his tongue heavy in his mouth. There were several things he would have rather been doing with that tongue besides trying to speak with it.
While the relationship between a bonded companion and their equine left their connection open to telepathic communication, the stallion generally spoke aloud because it was more familiar. That did not mean that when his thoughts were particularly blaring that they did not project themselves to Noor, whether he wanted to or not.
The stag made a strange noise, a combination of startled and disgust. Whatever image his friend was thinking of doing he wanted no part in it. He shook his head violently. Too much, Gareth! Too Much! Put that thing back where it came from or so help me…
The stallion instinctively flattened his ears in embarrassment. He hadn’t meant to share that particular fantasy, and he could imagine that Noor would have liked to have gone his entire life not remotely privy to the inner workings of the brute’s a… personal preferences. He cleared his throat again, trying to loosen the grip on his vocabulary so he could speak properly. His deep baritone shifted to an uncomfortable crack as he said, “We should probably get a move on, before the sun sets. Those wolves, you know…”
