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Nahawi stood there, his eyes locked on the gorgeous mare. He was far too speechless to say anything and it showed upon his face as his ears tucked against his head and his body faintly shook as she began to prowl around him. His blue eyes looked at her where they saw her body, not willing to move himself as she prowled like a predator searching for the weakest point. Nahawi’s weakest area on him though was his flank, the dark scar lining the skin like a perfect bullseye that had stretched and ripped farther down during his healing process. He was a strong stallion, but that did not make him godly.

Listening to her words, the red dun stiffened even more as her name spoke through her little sentence. Her name was deadly, that much he gathered from how she moved around him and had his body almost coiled into a breathless puddle like a snake. His body wanted to lash out then, the urge to woo her gone and the need to protect himself flaring up. He had never hurt a mare, but in that moment the stallion's blue eyes pulled forth a look of agitation that he fueled with a bit of fire. He was controlling himself, but he was ready to reach out as he tracked her hooves.

“They are.” Was his reply, his body now moving on its own as he let himself take the same track she did. He might be in the middle, but his body no longer cared as the muscles flexed under his skin. “Do remember though, not all pretty things can be saved by their dangers.” She was deadly, like a rattle snake and it had his guard all the way up. He had claimed her it seemed and now he had a poisonous snake if she were to follow him home. That was, as he circled with her and slowly worked their odd dance towards the ocean. “Would you say… that pretty things make a fun game?” He finally rumbled, a smirk curling his lips as he set his vibrant and obviously smart eyes upon her.