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COMPLETE, sorry for utter shortness! i'm still sort of getting used to her character. :c Why she stopped there she was not entirely sure. It was not a welcoming place, and the scent of stallions – some long gone, others still as fresh as if they had just walked there mere moments past – set her fine ivory hair on edge, made her teeth grit and her thin shoulders tense. There was something incredibly tempting about the darkness of the cavern, she supposed, the endless, swirling darkness that pulled at her thin legs, that tugged at her bright eyes until she could not help but look. Mysteries. Conundra. Little riddles to fiddle with when the night was too long, and above all, secrets; like attracts like, after all, and those of the tunnel called to those jailed behind the bars of her pale eyelashes, convict to convict. They set up a susurrus of pointing fingers, and no matter where she set her gaze, they all gestured in the same direction. “For the love of … ” Candy from a baby, she mused, dithering on the edges of the cave mouth with an expression somewhere between amusement and utter despair. If Gisella could be described with a single word, nothing else and nothing more, the word would have been curiosity. Faced with the details of the darkness, the secrets that it promised to unveil past the rock walls, the cool floor, what could she do but oblige? Conversely, faced with the prospect of intruding on a potentially volatile man’s territory, what could she do but run? “No, no, no,” Neither, it seemed. Standing haplessly in the middle of her civil war, she could do little beyond stare at the cave’s entrance, poised to flee but incapable of locomotion. – handstands, for you – G I S E L L A

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/avay6.png] { stallion }{ mutt }{ seven }{ smoky grullo sabino }{ blue eyes }{ 17hh } . king of rayo - - - - - x - - - - - The smoke and ivory stallion had spent the better part of the day lurking in the public lands of Illyria, eager to ensnare any unclaimed damsel that crossed his path. Alas, despite the many hours of searching and watching, watching and searching, the monarch had failed to obtain another pretty trinket for his prized collection. The meadow and the coast had been empty of unclaimed belles, and even his usual haunts of the misty wood and the hill of stones had failed him. Still, the sabino male was a patient fellow. He could wait. Soon a new wave of eager hopefuls would arrive, and until then he would be more than entertained by the exquisite ladies that awaited him within his rock-bound valley. Through shadow and light he now strolled, the ancient trees of the unnamed forest filling his sight as he moved toward the small tunnel that led to his secluded abode. Overhead the birds twittered and chirped, a merry tune that almost disguised the words upon the wind. No, no, no. The chant of denial was voiced in feminine tones; a melody of indecision and rejection that drew the painted King like a moth to flame. On eager limbs he jogged through the trees, the invisible trail of her scent filling his nostrils, beckoning him onward, while the memory of her sweet voice danced through his mind. Thankfully Tira had not been far from the entrance to his abode, and in no time at all he emerged from the trees, his blue eyes instantly alighting upon the vision of vanilla, caramel and chocolate that hovered near his cavern door. Like a rabbit pinned by the hunters gaze she stood there, her lithe figure tensed and ready for flight, and her golden eyes pinned upon the gaping maw of the gloom-filled cavern. Moving steadily toward her Tira slowed his pace, and as he settled his scar-littered frame to a stop beside her a question fell from his ivory lips. "Is it the cave itself that troubles you, or the possibility of what might lurk beyond it?" His deep baritone was laced with friendly curiousity, and as the rumble of his voice subsided Tira tore his gaze from the delicious curves of her marbled body, forcing himself to focus on her delicate profile instead. But oh, how he wanted to touch her! There was every chance he could lure the curious dove into his valley home, however, and so the snow-mottled Alpha kept his distance, worried that any attempt to get closer might send the tri-coloured maiden darting off into safety of the nearby forest. Once she was within Rayo he could claim her with ease, so he’d rather not be forced to traipse around Illyria after her if such a thing could be avoided.

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