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 Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 5:32 pm
Flurian felt the urge to n** at her neck, nothing hard just playful, but the mood would be killed by that wouldn’t it? His father was the original romantic, the one to serenade a lady and all that jazz. Flurian preferred to give his leading lady a love-lump or something similar. Heh.
Which in the end was probably why, romantically, the stallion was backwards and not at all very apt when it came to the ladies.
“I’m glad I’ve met you too Deme, but I don’t think I want to head out and away from you so quickly.” Wow, a lot of admission for having only known each other for a short time.
Perhaps he’d be able to convince her to let him come around more often. Of course, if she wasn’t interested in that he could try more obnoxious ways. Like dropping in uninvited daily, or setting up camp within visual distance. Wait, that was stalking… Blah, why did he have to be so damned backwards in all this. Chuckling to himself, probably sounding crazy, Flur stepped up to keep pace with her, “You lead the way, and I’ll follow along, eh?”
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 12:12 pm
"Neither do I." Deme admitted, walking back to Flurry and laying her neck along his, though she had to stretch up to do it. "But this doesn't have to be goodbye, you know. There'll be other chances to be... alone. And I bet we can find someplace warmer to hold a conversation."
She turned around so she was once again pressed against him, and seemed quite determined to stay there. Perhaps Flurry would still be able to feel the shiver beneath her skin. "And I'd prefer it if we just stayed side by side for now. I'm still cold."
She pointed with her muzzled in the direction of the smell of woodsmoke.
"All we have to do is head in that direction, Flurry."
Then, not quite realizing why she was doing it, she gave the portion of his neck she could reach a love n**.
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