xAspenx wrote:FELICITY
Felicity walked through the woods, taking in the beautiful nature around her. Without warning, a rabbit jumped into her path. She smiled,
“Hello little one.” She quickly noticed the ribs that stuck out from the small creature.
“Are you hungry?” The animal just continued to stare at her, it’s whiskers twitching in confusion. Felicity lowered her head closer to him,
“I’m sure dandelions are your favorite food.” She flicked her ear and as if by magic, a small patch of the weeds appeared. The rabbit looked up, more confused then before, but regardless it ran over to the meal, nibbling quietly.
“You’re welcome.” she laughed out loud and moved on. She had walked a couple more yards before hearing,
“Have fun, doing whatever you do~” She could tell the voice came from a Stallion. Her flowers brightened. She waited a couple moments to let them go back to normal before following the voice. A large gray stallion stood in the clearing, shaking out his wings. He was a much paler gray then Felicity. Taking one large breath in, she walked out into the clearing, brushing her rosy forelock out of her face.
“May I take a drink from your stream?” she asked nonthreatningly.
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Nick⍭Vion Gender⍭Male Age⍭24 Feeling⍭Reckless Tags⍭Felicity Location⍭The Forest
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“Well, I actually know the way out of *this damn forest* so I mean, you could go on your merry way, flicking your tail like you’ve accomplished something, when in reality all you’ve done is lost yourself a guide." Allevion laughed loudly to this. "Accomplished anything? That is something, that I have never done. I don't ever plan to accomplish quite anything, so if you pardon my french." He stopped, turning his head to look back at the mare.
"Well, on second thought, maybe for once I should hold my tongue." He raised a brow, smirking to himself.
"Oh well, maybe the wolves will take pity on you, You most likely don’t taste very good anyhow.” "Wolves? Me? HA!" He found this incredibly amusing, but decided it wasn't worth the energy to reply. So,
in the middle of her sentence, he simply cantered away. That mare. I swear, some of the horses you meet out here. He thought to himself. He slowed his stride, transitioning rather roughly to a walk. I wish even the wolves would acknowledge me. But they get whiff of my scent and run screaming, tail between their pitiful legs. The white grey stopped, not noticing the bubbling stream running beside him. He sighed, I will admit, these place is just dreadful to get lost in. His eyes wandered upwards, noting that he was still 'stuck' in the thick forest. "Oh well. Maybe I'll starve to death and die in here." He extended his wings, before reaching his head around to gently nip at the feathery parts. “May I take a drink from your stream?” The voice startled him, and at first he thought the annoying mare had followed him. He clicked his tongue, stomping his hoof in irritation. "You know, when I left, I thought it made it clear I had no more intentions of speaking with y-" He stopped upon seeing the other.
She was medium height. Her body build wasn't small or petite, but not muscle drenched or large. She was just about medium. Yet the length and thickness of her mane and tail, not to mention the slight wave it held, this confused him. His brows furrowed, before he began forward. He circled the mare, looking her up and down- his expression would appear cynicle, which on the norm wouldn't be far from the truth with Vion. But, in this specific moment in time, he was trying to analyze this mystery. She had feathering, not much, but still existent. He stopped, blowing out in frustration. He began to paw for a moment, and that's when it clicked. She was a cross. Either way, she was beautiful. He had to admit. Vion had seen hundreds of greys in his lifetime, afterall, his mother was one. But this mare, her posture, her conformation, her hairing.. It was then he made the mistake of looking up to her face, and eye contact immediately snapped him back into reality. "Uh." He began laughing, ruffling his mane as he shook his neck back and forth. He lowered his head, looking up at the other. "My bad. I was trying to understand your breed. Your appearance, its very~" He smirked, with that devilish expression he is easily pulled off. "Unique." He muttered, licking his lips before standing up straighter. He extended his wings, maybe in an effort to impress. "You most certainly can take a drink from 'my stream'." He said, in a mocking but playful and flirtatious tone. "But, if I must be honest, which I rarely am understand-" He paused, stepping back to give the mare room to walk to the stream without her feeling crowded.
"It isn't mine."