Thread: Grand Quest (Sharub & Kosmik_Khaos

His comments about her chest still buzzed in her head making her feel a tingle of shame beneath her fur, wishing she had just disappeared without trace and everyone just forgot about her and her cursed apron. But just as she turned to cast a weak attempt of a stern gaze at him, the mare saw the warrior to fumble with his satchel and extracted a rope... a chord. She smiled at that, not necessarily at him... the rope, that thin line of intertwined fibers could save her for good THANKS! yipped her, almost leaping forward in order to take it, but as soon as the chord touched her body, the caravan master declared the end of the break, and immediately voices appeared vively and multiplied ...oh... c'moooon... protested her in disbelief, still with the rope un-tied in front of her. And so the caravan resumed it travel and adventurers resumed their quests, leaving that spectacular plateau and the amazingly breathtaking sights it showed, proceeding to walk down the slopes of those sweet hills, each step bringing closer the dark stain of the forest... the dangerous forest... Soon they returned to walk in the plains, farm fields long gone, sign that nobody lived in the sorroundings, leaving nature to live without control and wild, savage abandon but despite that, it was as pleasurable as the most cured of gardens, with vast fields of grass waving in the wind, with flowers waving their heads in the same rythm, tree branches delicately frushing in the air, making even the coldest and hardest hearts to sigh in relief at that peaceful sight. In the caravan, experienced mercenaries and travelers warily casting their gazes around, makind sure that nobody or nothing would be a threat for their assigned mission while newcomers tried to emulate their assigned partners, but in front of the first wagon, a young specimen of the beastfolk walked with unsure steps, her hands fiddling with her chest, trying to tie a knot beneath her ample chest, emitting a satisfied squeal before rumbling and huffing in annoyance, often kneeling to retrieve that rope from the ground, until... ...it's too short! protested the young mare with a pout, holding the piece of rope beneath her chest, where she thought she would place that sideboob-almost-saving item, unaware of the way it encased her whole breasts instead, doing little to nothing for its sides but avoiding it to fall off each time she would bend-over or kneel. Holding that rope in her hand, offering it back to him and casting her gaze aside, she sighed ...it... it doesn't matter. Thanks...anyway... said her, retrieving her normal pace over the road, poking at the ground with her long staff, sometimes muttering something unadible, as again, she tried to be of help, trying to capture any suspected sound with her ears, that twitched in the breeze ...uhm... Z-Zoroail... just wondering... uhm... why did he putted me here instead of that wolf? I mean... i'm but a low-leveled horse... a wolf's senses would have befitted that first spot better. ...y'know... their noses... and ears... a-and fangs... and teeths... said her looking at the gravel on the path ...n-not that i have something against...is just... strange...i guess... the filly giggled at that, trying to appear natural...