free bird
09-27-2020, 06:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-02-2020, 05:40 PM by Lorikeet.)
The dashing stranger approached, but before he could get too close his little horns caught in a dangling tree branch. She watched him rip himself free with all force and no thought. She did not slow, putting herself before him a moment later. He watched her, utterly silent. Struke mute by her beauty, perhaps? Oh, poor lad. To be so beautiful, and not have the wherewithal to appreciate it.
"Oh, bless. Your all brawn and beauty aren't you, but where's the brains?" She raised her elegent neck upwards, looking at the brute across from her. Her slow smile working its way along her lips with all the patience and certainty as a sunrise. "Tell you what, love. I could knock you around a few times, and see if something sparks up there?" She was a lover and a fighter, she could knock him around any which way he pleased. She could also be merciless with her teasing, but her admiration for the man before he was a quiet appreciation. Her gentle taunts an immediate fondness. Perhaps he really was a mute? That would be a strange novelty, but she liked her lovers to have passion in their voice as well as their bodies and hearts. What kind of lover would this strange and exotic specimen be?
"Speech"