Love Game - open

[Maylea]

Her body moved, elegantly so; as she moved with ease among the rest of the souls with in the field. The Aotona’s Forest. She figured, though it wasn’t the perfect location for her games, it’d work. And that was the big part, that she found a suitable location to play around.. A delicious little smirk toyed upon her muzzle. Completely, and utterly delicious. What a perfect title for someone like her. Hmm, I could use a new lover, as long as they follow a few rules. There were actually quite a few rules. She'd decided her intended stallion would never stop playing enough to really take her on and after waiting long enough she had no desires to keep waiting, and so here she was, deciding she'd just have to become a better lover to catch another’s attention, though she knew more than enough in the terms of ‘what to do’. And you know what they say. She smirked, Practice makes perfect! It'd just find someone who'd be able to live with her rules. Like, the first, no pet names. If they even tried to call her Babe she'd be walking away. Second, they had better not try to touch her, or at least - not to much. She couldn't stand it when someone touched her, not really. But there were so many differences about her, and who she was. And the hardest thing would be finding a stallion to look past them.

She's a gorgeous creature, don't get me wrong. In fact, you'd be surprised just how beautiful. Her form was a unique one, champagne genes meet cream, meets some sort of dun. A dorsal strip down her back, beautiful zebra stripes, guard hairs on her dark mane and tail. She was absolutely beautiful. Completely, and utterly beautiful. But one look in her startling soft, hazel green eyes and you'll learn something else . . . For as beautiful as she is, she'll never be able to see it. Sure, she knows she's beautiful; she's been told such more than once. But, being blind - she'll never truly know for herself. Oh yes, this beautiful creature is completely, and utterly blind. Been that way sense the day she was born. But, surprisingly; she'd grown into the blindness. And if one was to watch her. They'd never know that she was blind. It was something she had pride in it. She moved with an ease, as if completely aware of what is around her. She moved with confidence, as if she isn't likely to run into a tree she hadn't been aware of. And she moved sensationally, wanting to cause a riot. She was good at that, after all. Causing riots. It's who she is, and she definitely was one of a kind.

Muscles moved smoothly beneath her creamy hide, her tail flagging up, from some ancient arabian blood in her lines. Her ears perked forward, and her delicate muzzle tucked in towards her chest, her neck arching beautifully. She brought her hooves up, slightly high, as she pranced about, and mane coiled as she played, and moved. Trying to capture attention, trying to be noticed. An ear flicked back, as she moved towards a tree, feeling the difference of the temperature on her pelt, as she traveled into the shade. She stilled her movements, as she lowered her muzzle to the grass, nipping, but not eating it, as she leaned her form against the tree, and she waited. She knew who she was; and she was certain . . . Someone would approach eventually. She just had to wait long enough.

"Seducing"
Calculating