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Ooo, doll’s got a mouth on her, Carnivalism thinks to himself as she tells him off in another language before translating it to him. Was it a warning or a threat? No matter what it was he quickly dismissed it, he’d call other’s whatever he felt like calling them. "Be careful, who you call doll.", he says her words in his head mockingly. She reminded him of his mother, always chiding him. So he would do what he always did, ignore it. The bastard lets out a soft snort as she approaches him, neck coiled like she ready to lash out at him. His scarred hide tingles in anticipation for gnashing teeth that never come. Of course not, he tells himself, biting must be below a doll like this. He stands is ground regardless, raises his head a bit to get himself just above her head. His smile twitches a little, he almost dares her to take a bite at him now with his throat is so easily accessible.

She doesn’t offer her name but ask him sweetly for his. ”Names Carnivalism, and what might your name be cool cat?” He almost says the last bit with a sneer but instead lets his smile widen a bit. She looks likes she filled with piss and vinegar, and that excites him. This new act she’s trying to sell him raises a few flags in his head, she wants something. Is it his body? He chuckles in his mind at that, already knowing that the answer to that was a firm NO. He lets that line of thinking sink and fade away as he watches the mare in front of him. She carried herself with pride, like she was above everyone. Maybe she was pure blooded and felt entitled to the world.

He himself knew he was a filthy mongrel just like his dam, while his sire was a pure blooded dolt. His sire had carried himself around like a king among ants but never had the firepower to back it up. So when the drought came his sire was quickly kicked to the curb, where he eventually died. Unlike his sire his dam had the firepower to back her up, she was a product of natural selection while his father was a product of pretty design. He could never understand some people really, why fight over blood purity when at the end of the day they all bled the same red?