As the mare speaks to him, it turns every methodical thought in his head upside-down. There was no time to plan words or even a less than smooth exit. But the in her voice there is a taste of playfulness, and to this Krosah lifts his head and meets her gaze. Oh, it’s not the biting that I worry about. He says with ease. Oh no, he’s been bitten and chased off before. He was a pro at that. His female friends were never shy of showing him their teeth, as he was never shy about telling the truth. They had their love-hate understandings. But his experiences had always been with friends, lives he had known from the day his own life began. Strangers well, this might turn out a little differently. It wasn’t the stallion. He seemed as threatening as a dandelion. It was the simple fact that Krosah didn’t recognize the adult side of him he was going to have to use without letting the world know, he had absolutely no idea how to use it. He was improvising.
I’m very aware that a bite, is not the only thing a mare has up on us. He says with a bit of smile pulling at his lips. Indeed, mares had their looks and their charms. Something that often left some ogling and speechless. Little did Krosah know, that mares had their masks, just as he owned his. But this was a lesson he would have to learn on his own. For just a moment he bow’s his head, not letting his caramel colored eyes drop from the mare, having been taught always look a soul in the eye. But it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Alislynn. he says without falter as he’s lifting his head back up. You seemed to be really thinking… he offers, wincing slightly. Damn that could be taken wrong too! What was his problem today? But he continues refusing to let conversation die shortly after it was given life. But my axian is…as curious as she is intrusive. He adds, letting a narrowed stare slide to the vulture.
The gleam in Styx black eyes fades, and her beak smile draws to a close as quickly as it came. The Styx is just a reflection of the Krosah. Styx says giving a warning voice. Making the liver stallion shudder, she grin’s her little bird smile, and gives a shrug of her wings. Victory once again. Styx 2, Krosah…0. Pleased to make Krosah force a grim face, she grins up at the mare and her little weasel. It is nice to meet you! she squawks gleefully, watching Krosah shake his head. And she was a reflection of him? Ugh. Now he was scared. The Styx likes to meet others. she says bobbing her head. Regular…social butterfly. Krosah says dryly. Okay. So she looked more like a vampiric moth.
[ooc: Sorry for the wait guys. Life has been a little chaotic for the last couple of weeks]