::Spearmint:: [Wading] .Through. (Moonlight)

[::MakybeDiva428::]

Irish Spearmint trotted forth into the forest. The shadows loomed around her in the light of the silver moon, her dark orbs scouring the bushes and tree's for any sign of danger. The moonlight streamed like dappled lining through the dark treetops, the bright full moon glittering down and around her. The moonlight made her look eerie. Her bright snow-hued coat would shine like moonstone, the silver dapples shining and twisting like the scales of rainbow fish. She snorted and trotted onward, her duo's pricked upon the arrival of the sound of her lord.

Muse= Low

[.:Lindsay793:.]

Silver Arrow has saved Irish Spearmint from the wrath of Deadly Sin. If he hadn't come, she would have been broken, abused, and sad. The bright femme was spotted through Silver orbs and he nickered for her. He trotted to her and nuzzled her softly on the neck. "Dear Irish Spearmint. How are you doing? I hope you are glad you are not faring with Deadly Sin." He smiled gently and his whip cord slashed the air.

[::MakybeDiva428::]

Spearmint stepped forward daintily as she breathed in Arrow's deep musk scent. The scent swirled around her paper thin smellers as her listeners pricked forward, her dark orbs scouring the oncoming shadows and trees for a sign of life, a sign of her vital, her need: Arrow. As he gently nuzzled her he spoke words.

"Dear Irish Spearmint. How are you doing? I hope you are glad you are not faring with Deadly Sin."

She let the words hang in the air as she gently blew her scent into his maw, her breath sweet and smelling like fresh mint. She ran her dark muzzle along his jawline, his sensitive ears and his neck. She moved along his back, only just touching him.

[.:Lindsay793:.]

Arrow smiled at her reaction, nit uncomfortable but not at ease. He was worried Deadly Sin would come for the mare, and would protect her with his life. Her beautiful scent hit him like a tital wave. She was ready for a foal, but would she let him? He needed it anyway. She nuzzled her again as she moved down him, and his pelt tingled at her electric touch. He wondered where Routterrie and the herd were, but needed to ake sure Irish Spearmint was alright first. He turned around and met her face, he lifted it with his muzzle, his words asked the question he never spoke.

[::MakybeDiva428::]

Irish Spearmint flicked her ebonite and silver lined whipcord as she turned quickly, her breathing becoming labored as she faced Silver Arrow. Her dark amber eyes were like hypnosis, the depths of them running like a waterfall as chocolate, auburn, black, midnight, tan, amber, garnet, and other colors ran forth. A unanswered question hung in the air and Irish Spearmint was uncertain of what the next words would be. Without another glance she turned, her long appendages leading her off through the trees, deeper into the territory, a gentle warm breeze with a hint of Mint leaving her only sign of presence.

[.:Lindsay793:.]

Arrow smiled. She was beautiful, respectful to him so far. But to Routterrie, that mattered alot. Nickering softly she left without a sign, quickly and swiftly. She turned the opposite direction, obviously not wanting a foal. Or did she? The woods was dark and errie and he was alone.

Often at night wolves hunted, they were scowling his land, though he had driven many out. Staying silent he followed the minty scent, lingering in the air would attract many wolves, and just as feared and wolf howled. He had to keep the two of them hidden, and Irish should be smart enough to heard the blood screeching sound and freeze, and wait for him.

Now Cantering slowly through the trees, the wolves would not find the rest of the herd, for they were downwind and would not be smelt nor heard, miles and miles away. He finally saw the gorgeous mare under a tree, walking as the moonlight skipped over her pelt as she moved under the trees.

Putting on more speed he was almost to her, did she not heard him? He was almost right beside her, and a wolf jumped out from the trees, and dove for her neck. Quickly rearing he smacked the wolf, where he did not know. The wolf fell limp, not reaching the femme's neck as Silver Arrow screeched. Blood pooled around the wolf on the ground, knowing it was injured enough not to fight, or better yet, dead.

Moving beside her, he knew there would be more. Three came from infront of them, growling and crouched low. He wondered if he could take them, it was a small pack, he'd done it before. Moving protectively infront Irish he spoke softly, trying to be calm, to keep her calm. "Don't move anywhere, and if one comes at you, flail your hooves wildly to hit it or scare it off."

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[::MakybeDiva428::]

Irish Spearmint trotted quietly through the trees, her orbs still searching ever present. She turned, her eyes shining in the right light of the moon as Silver Arrow emerged behind her, following her to the mating grounds. She smiled and tossed her head.Suddenly he leapt towards her, his body rigid with aggressiveness. Spearmint fought back a scream as a wolf leapt from no where. She dodged away, her orbs full of pure terror.

[.:Lindsay793:.]

Arrow snorted silently, happy. Routterrie had died and he wanted to make Irish the Queen. He would tell her after mating, she would bring him a heir. Flicking his tail only two wolved came forward and he reared and bucked them. One scampered away. He was wrong, these two must be trying to prove they were mroe powerful. smiling at them the other ran. And they continued on..

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