Posted on April 30, 2013 at 08:18:58 PM by S O L G A R
 "The man who fears losing has already lost." When she turns her face away from his, seemingly in submissiveness to his hard stare, he allows his dark eyes to rake carelessly over her appearance, to take in the little details of her body that are of no importance to him. What else is there for him to do? He eyes the cloying silver of her mane, the way the tendrils snake down the dark, dark brown - almost black - of her sinewy neck. The color seems crass to him in its stark contrast. It is then he also notices that she is trembling ever so slightly, as if she is a mere girl and not a fully-grown mare. Maybe another day this might have softened his attitude toward her, but not today. Today, it only serves as an irritation, as if her fear only existed to inconvenience him. His upper lip curls slightly with derision. He knows his brother would berate him for the unchivalrous way he is acting, but he doesn't care.
When she speaks finally, he remains silent, his mind silently chiding her, berating her for being such an idiot. It is only his eyes which show the depth of his distaste. He continues to stare, a statue of cold, hard indifference as he waits for her to excuse herself and leave. But then, something, possibly the crookedness of her smile, brings him back. A strange, damp feeling of deja vu comes over him; had he been irritated by her striking white crest before? The tiniest furrow appears between his eyes, and the hard-set line of his mouth loosens until his scarred bottom lip is parted ever so slightly from the other. He knows her. What will you do now, you imbecile? His poor exhausted brain rushes to make sense of this information. The memory of her is so faint he is half convinced it had been a dream, but it is there nonetheless, spurring him into action. His ears flick back and he lifts his head, giving her a look which seems to say, Who are you kidding? Without a word, he limps around her in a half-circle and softly scrapes his teeth against her rump, encouraging her to move further inland, towards the herd. His nostrils catch a whiff of her heat, and he snorts to rid himself the sickly sweet scent. Perhaps later, once they have exchanged names again. S O L G A R 11; mustang; blue roan; 15'3hh; played by shiva |
sorry for the wait! if you think she would follow without complaint, maybe we could end it here so i can get the herd thread started? or if you want to continue it for another couple posts, that's fine too. :3
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- cloves and nightingales - By anske April 30, 2013 at 09:46:51 PM
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