ATTICUS
king of the shore tyr x kiraz akhal teke mix 17.3hh |
"... and I believe that it is time for me to be on my way." His skin twitches. "But thanks for the offer,"
Golden ears slam back against the curl of his serpentine but well muscled neck and his lips tighten into that of a grimace. Atticus' eyes narrow as he watches her. Gone is the embarrassment and nerves for doing this the "right" way. Gone is the sluggishness and reluctance to make a move. An irate snort falls from quivering grey nostrils and he moves his large body, making the move to block her leaving. Though he does not move to strike, or bite, or even kick, his expression is that of seriousness.
"Do not mistake my tone for weakness," his voice is sharper than before, sharp syllables and poison. "It was not a question." Acquiring his first mare with force had not be how he had anticipated his day going, but he was not going to just let her leave. It was not so much his pride but the principle of the thing. Or maybe his pride was hurt and he just refused to admit it.
Either way, Atticus was not leaving alone and certainly not with his tail between his legs. He flicks his tail in irritation at the thought, lips pulling back to expose his teeth. Not quite a threat, but certainly not a smile. "Salt is easiest on an unmarred coat." His intention is clear. A fresh bite would sting, now wouldn't it? |
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