Deep in her gut, nestled in a pit of festering anger, bloomed a tiny seed of something. She felt it tickle in her stomach, which startled her, and she spent a moment quietly assessing what it was that she was feeling. There was something about this stallion's bluntness which appealed to her, like a sort of rugged charm. It was precisely the sort of perceived quality that had attracted her to Vodnik in the first place.
Perhaps... No, surely not?
It pleased her, too, that he showed signs of open interest; it had been too long since a worthy stallion had given her any attention. She had no intention of showing her pleasure, however, and so she continued to stare Asp down with a stony expression, regarding him with dark, calculating eyes. When he told her she was pretty, she responded bluntly. "I know," she said, and turned her head away briefly to disguise the smirk that threatened to ruin her facade.
When she looked at him again, her nostrils were flared, and she was breathing ever so slightly faster. "So, dead man, what brings you snooping around on another's property? You looking for trouble, or for fun?"
DRACAENA
5; flaxen liver chestnut sabino; 15.1hh |
