CHARLIE
Charlie laughs as the pegasus beneath her bolts forward, wind whipping through her curls and heat rising up her spine in the best possible way. "Oh, you remembered," she sings over the rush of air, her grin feral and electric as she leans into the lurch of his flight.
But she’s no blushing bride on his back—she’s a priestess of chaos with thighs of steel and a mischief streak a mile wide. Quick as a spark, she tangles her fingers into the pale silk of his mane, not to yank or steer, but to anchor herself. Her tail coils like a velvet ribbon around the joint where one of his wings flares outward, snug and maybe a bit restrictive—just enough to remind him she’s there and not going anywhere, no matter how hard he tries to buck her off.
"Careful, pretty boy," she purrs close to where feathers meet neck, her hips shifting to match his rhythm as he lands, "or I might start thinking you don’t want me on top." Her giggle bubbles like champagne as she tries to ride out the hover and drop.
Charlie might not have a rider’s pedigree, but she’s got instinct, guts, and a scandalous amount of confidence—enough to dig in and dare Sunjata to try harder.
Charles holds onto Sunny's mane and also wraps her tail around one of his wing joints to hold on, but also to try and prevent him from going cray
But she’s no blushing bride on his back—she’s a priestess of chaos with thighs of steel and a mischief streak a mile wide. Quick as a spark, she tangles her fingers into the pale silk of his mane, not to yank or steer, but to anchor herself. Her tail coils like a velvet ribbon around the joint where one of his wings flares outward, snug and maybe a bit restrictive—just enough to remind him she’s there and not going anywhere, no matter how hard he tries to buck her off.
"Careful, pretty boy," she purrs close to where feathers meet neck, her hips shifting to match his rhythm as he lands, "or I might start thinking you don’t want me on top." Her giggle bubbles like champagne as she tries to ride out the hover and drop.
Charlie might not have a rider’s pedigree, but she’s got instinct, guts, and a scandalous amount of confidence—enough to dig in and dare Sunjata to try harder.
Charles holds onto Sunny's mane and also wraps her tail around one of his wing joints to hold on, but also to try and prevent him from going cray
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
