I don't really like myself without you
It felt odd to him to see a female as threatening. Sure, it happened sometimes, but at least they were typically older than he was. Xiomara, Valka he had a reason to be afraid of them. There was nothing about this young mare that made him feel weary. He was in full control of the situation, but he must remember what can happen later on. He had not started his fear of Valka from their first meeting. The pony mare had been claimed by him, but within hours their situation had changed. It wasn’t until months later that she became scary. Ironclad often thinks he had been the one to fuel her fire or maybe he had even given her the tools to become something more. He did not intend on that same instance happening here.
He enjoys the sensations dancing in her eyes as she speaks of trouble. The kind of trouble she brings currently was a double-edged sword. On one hoof he could have a lot of fun with Hellebore, but where there was fun there could also be trouble. She could catch the eye of an onlooker with the way she teases. She could also cause him to lose himself. He has been known to lose sight of everything else in front of a pretty girl. Add the feisty charm of Hellebore and it could create a dangerous combination. Perhaps she was trouble just as she says. Still, it was not danger he feels. Ironclad grins as he quickly replies. ”I may just like your kind of trouble.” If she intended to do anything like she had done to her own family Ironclad would be singing a different tune. For now, Helle was just a young mare with spunk and energy that makes him want more. She was like a drug.
He watches the smoky grullo attack the snow just like she had first done upon his arrival. Amusement dances in his eyes as he takes the incitive to claim her as his own, but she protests. Greying ears point back as he takes back the step he had taken to get closer. The delight in his eyes quickly disappear as he snorts. She was one of those hot and cold females wasn’t she? It was all a mind game almost like the relationship he once shared with Xiomara. Helle denys that fact that he thinks she is pretty. ”Has no one ever called you pretty before?” He asks the question before properly thinking it through. She might be someone who hates compliments which will make his charm much less effective. Just like that her facial expressions change again. Was she bi-polar?
Ironclad stares with some confusion in his eyes as the smirk on her face returns. He explains he was looking for more warm bodies to fill his name to which she makes a quick reply. Hellebore asks what would happen if she decided not to go with him. The softer side of himself, that boyish side, would never force anyone to go. There was a new side slowly reaching the surface, but it was not yet ready. He was not yet ready to go full blown mature stallion that made mares do as he wished. He vowed to not be like his father, but if he chose the nice way every time then someone would walk all over him. His herd would stay small…
”I would rather you came with me peacefully, but if I must force my claim on you I will. My herd is currently small and more members mean more safety for the herd. More bodies to watch for danger. More bodies to keep each other company and keep each other warm in the winter.” The change in her stance was much different than it had been before. He watches her curiously before continuing. ”The scenery of my home is much better than the crossing isle. Much more snow too.” Slowly, his smile returns and grows back into something mischievous. ”Besides, I know we could have a great time together.”