Despite what everyone seems to think, Jaws isn't dangerous. She doesn't really know what she wants to do in life, or with her life as it is, but she's not dangerous. The creature is filled with childlike light, sparkling and bright. She's not the sweetest kid-- not really. She's rough around the edges, but what can you expect. She's been left to her own devices, and she's doing as well as she can. Jaws doesn't struggle for much, she doesn't want for much. What she wants is a family, and it's been made clear she can't have that at her mother's side. The filly has gotten over it.
The splashed mare that stands at the sea isn't terribly friendly. It makes things more fun for Jaws. Thecreature doesn't tumble backward, instead advancing on the mare with bright eyes. A little mischief never hurt anyone, at least. "I think you're mistaken, stranger." The words come quickly, rolling off her tongue in the clipped tone her mother used when she was getting out of hand. "I was born here. You're a stranger. It's every business of mine." The tone belonging to the filly is sharp, matching the dark gaze that sits on the odd mare's face.
Jaws can hear Rade bursting through the trees, and she tenses. The filly's ears pin backwards against her mane, feet bringing forth quite the skittering as the grown man charges on. Her head shakes, eyes rolling. "Damn it, Rade. I had it under control." A tiny hoof splashes indignantly into the shallows, her head tossing wildly. Jaws is displeased... the one time she could actually have some fun he has to go ans ruin it. filly. smokyblack. 15.2wfg. floydxclytie. |