She watches him, dark eyes following the fine lines of his hansom features. A single brow raises as he chuckles his response, his words holding the same playful suspicion that marred her own words. His remark of her ability to handle a disagreement among the other mares he had recruited to his herd is met with a smug expression and mocking eyes. A single brow rises as dark pools glitter with fierce determination. ”Well see I was thinking more along the lines of safety concerns for your precious little gathering. I’d hate to leave you with a mortally wounded handful of mares.” she adds with an amused chuckle. Of course she had no plans on picking a fight with anyone. At least until one attempted to step up to her. Harlequin had grown up harsh as the cold winter winds that blew across Tinuvel. Though CUA had never been Soljor’s lead mare, she had led herself and those that chose to follow. Even now Harlequin can see the look of exasperation that contorted the russet FLY’s face. CUA had always instilled within her daughter the need for independence, even as a member of a herd. Cain and his herd mares would be given the same walk through fire.



Twin sonars flex amid the salt and pepper curls as he quips a witty response. He was good at something. Yeah, he was good at something, holding her interest for more than five minutes so far. Despite her initial displeasure at being claimed like a common broodmare, Cain was proving to be quite the unusual creature. In all instances, he appears improperly suited for life in the hot desert climate. However he seemed completely at ease with life here in the desert scene. She watches him now, watches from behind guarded eyes as he leans into the rough grasp of her teeth. The guttural almost primal groan that slips unbidden past his lips is intriguing. For all intents and purposes, he seemed to enjoy the hard touch. Odd duckling indeed. A smile tugs the corners of her ashen labrums upwards. He liked it rough, she would happily oblige. His amused chuckle and hearty words are pleasurable to her ears. She liked the sounds of that. ”Now that is something I like to hear. Just make sure that when you show off you make sure to throw my name right along with it.” she added with good humored jest. Yes, she liked the sounds of that.



There was a dark gleam in his eye now, hunger dancing in the graveled strain of his words as he responds to her seductive tempt. A wry smile slides across ash dusted features now as she turns to him, proud head lifted defiantly as her own dark gaze glitters; ”We shall see Cain, we shall see.” she purrs, brushing her lithe frame against his own as she slinks past her small hooves leaving impressions in the soft sands as she went. The moment was getting heavy. Despite herself the heated thud of her heart pounds in her ears, excitement and desire rearing its ugly head from the recesses from where long she had seen it buried. "So show me around o' great desert king." she prods, black and white neck arching as dark eyes once more dare to drift to his own.