The Lost Islands
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Letting shame out.

Aralusian | Grullo (AA Dd ee) | 15 hh | Five | Fuchs


Nikola really had no idea what he was getting into when he brought her home from the crossing island. He took a deep breath, letting it out in a loud huff as she seemed to mull over his proposition. When she finally opened her mouth and gave him what seemed like an okay, he seemed startled. It took a moment to realize he'd been holding his breath and if he had an eyebrow to arch, one would be high and skeptic. Spare him? How did a mare get this arrogant! If he were a moody brute he certainly would have sent her packing before this but Nikola had a death wish apparently. But there was more than that, something more. A magnetism that had first drawn him to the skin and bones crazy he'd found on the shores. Was it dumb bad luck or was there really something there? Pierce would burn in hell before she admitted it, he was sure, but Nikola knew what he felt. But was it something he really needed to voice. Not at this time.

He wasn't really surprised when she rejected his touch but it didn't mean he didn't jump when she reacted so negatively and so strongly. He took a few steps back for good measure but that didn't help him when she started to circle. Like a shark, she was sizing him up, looking for weakness. What was a boy to do? Puff out his chest and act manly? As if he weren't already putting on a show. "I don'ave a list o'questions for you, cher." stomping a hoof in irritation. It wasn't as though he'd prepared an interview. I mean,hell, how hard was it to just get to know someone! Obviously too much for her. When she grabbed his mane, he thrashed his head, helping her inadvertently in pulling a chunk of his mane out, near the withers but still part of his thick overgrown mane. Oo ye yi!" he exclaimed, a pure cajun dialect and accent pouring from his mouth thick as the honey they drip over beignets. "W'choo do dat fo'?" Pure swamp pony coming out now as he shook himself, walking back a few steps till his rump hit the trunk of a tree, swaying above and dropping early summer leaves.



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