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OOC: My apologies, she is crude, and mouthy...

There was little satisfaction to be found in punching the ground with her hooves. Unlike snapping at Khajiit or ripping into Fiero, the ground did not fight back, did not yield, did not rage back at her. It was as cold and empty as the silence in the wake of her lovers had been, a yawning void she could not fill with her children alone.

As much as it infuriated her to admit, Switch missed them. Hated them, too. Would gladly tear them limb from limb for the audacity of disappearing at the same time after promising her they would not, but she missed them too. She was not a creature that was meant to be alone, and so their absences ached inside of her chest as a constant reminder of her status. Forgotten. Unwanted. Left behind.

Her dark eyes marked the giant of a stallion as he appeared in her vision, but she neither oriented her path to nor away from him. In fact, had his bulk not appeared directly in the path of her furious marching, she might not have stopped at all, but he did, and so she glared at him. Her petite ears were buried beneath the thick cascade of her mane and tail, as colorless as the rest of her raven-black body.

The compliment did not earn him the gentle smile of a sweeter mare, but a sneer of derision that marred her otherwise attractive features. She'd heard enough compliments in her lifetime to never believe another word out of a stallion's mouth, but she did not leave, and while this nameless giant might not know it, her decision to stay was as much an acceptance of his claim as anything else would have been.

"Are you now?" She bit back, her voice thickly accented. "What makes you think you have the right to order me anywhere?" Switch well understands the rules of this place, of his right to force her to accompany him the same way that Khajiit had had the right to force her to come back to the Lagoon with him so many seasons ago. In the end, she would have no choice in the matter but she would make it easy for neither of them in the meantime. "¿Crees que tienes las pelotas, eh?You think you have the balls, huh?" She offers no translation for her insult, but the intention behind it is clear enough, and she lifts her head so that she can look him in the eye from some three hands closer to the ground.

Baiting him like this is as self-destructive as it has always been when she's done it with Khajiit and Fiero in the past, only this stranger knows nothing of her. Will not meet her violence with the same tenderness that they do, and she almost welcomes the risk of brutality. Welcomes the thought of the pain in her heart matching the pain in her body. He is so much larger than her that if he takes offense to her words, it will most certainly hurt.

"No, mare-boy," she says, lifting his name and twisting it, jabbing again and again. "I have been to the Shore and I will not go again. Go find some other sobrasleftovers to take home."

mare // paso fino // black // 14.3hh // homeless // loveinspired