Re: Push Me Under [Hinote...Again]
Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 7:05 am
She waited patiently until he was done, letting his irritation wash over her. Her decision was made silently in her head, keeping her final answer to herself. She would rather spend her life chasing fragile, scattered dreams then search for an ounce of stability in her life. That just wouldn't be as exciting.
"That just means they aren't man enough for me," She smirked, her voice holding a playful growl within it's depths.
So this is what she was becoming; a sassy, stubborn mare whose mood seemed to change just as fast as the wind, rather then the predictable, fiery filly she had been before. She could tell he was nearing his limits, but instead of dragging it on, she held her tongue. The time would come when everything would be fixed. Just have patience.
"That's right you wont forget," That foxy grin returned, gracefully curving the ends of her lips, "I wont let you."
The moon was giving her coat a silvery tinge, and it seemed to make her steps appear more elegant then they really were. She stood herself before him, and tried to raise her head up to his height, puffing out her chest. It was now she noted that he was quite a bit taller, but it was all the same, "And you better come back, don't make me come after you," This was said with a playful quirk of her brow, that grin never faltering. Obviously she wouldn't search the world as if it were a pile of hay, looking for that one needle, but it was a nice threat to lay between them.
"That just means they aren't man enough for me," She smirked, her voice holding a playful growl within it's depths.
So this is what she was becoming; a sassy, stubborn mare whose mood seemed to change just as fast as the wind, rather then the predictable, fiery filly she had been before. She could tell he was nearing his limits, but instead of dragging it on, she held her tongue. The time would come when everything would be fixed. Just have patience.
"That's right you wont forget," That foxy grin returned, gracefully curving the ends of her lips, "I wont let you."
The moon was giving her coat a silvery tinge, and it seemed to make her steps appear more elegant then they really were. She stood herself before him, and tried to raise her head up to his height, puffing out her chest. It was now she noted that he was quite a bit taller, but it was all the same, "And you better come back, don't make me come after you," This was said with a playful quirk of her brow, that grin never faltering. Obviously she wouldn't search the world as if it were a pile of hay, looking for that one needle, but it was a nice threat to lay between them.