it's quiet and i hate the sound

Green eyes flicked to attention as Shale realized suddenly how close she was to the Inlet’s borders. The scent of stallion here was different than the scent of stallion there, but the pale queen didn’t retreat back to the Bay. It was still very dark; she could get away easily if the situation fell to a chase, but she doubted it would. She hadn’t run into anybody yet.

Her isolation didn’t last long, however, as Shale caught the fresh and present scent of the Inlet stallion. Sure enough, the grey brute came into view moments later, clearly searching for Shale herself on the lead of her own scent. Its eyes caught her and it stopped there, still within the borders of its territory, to which Shale was also quite close. It called to her.

Ears back with annoyance -- Shale did not like using her voice; why use words when you can just beat the shit out of someone when they get too close? Isn’t that the only communication that matters, the kind that makes someone go away? -- she responded, her voice not venomously sweet in the way most mares spoke, just venomous. "I live there," she snarled, indicating the Bay with a jerk of her head, "sometimes. I don’t care who owns the Bay, I was born there and I’ll come and go as I please." After a pause, she added, "As with the rest of Tinuvel. It’s not like I get in anybody’s way, I don’t see why anyone should care where I go."

Suddenly tired of talking and wishing to make her point clear, Shale took a decisive few steps down her slope and strutted across the Inlet border. She didn’t stop there, however. Deciding her point could only be made more clear, she strode right up to the brute, slipping under its neck like a cat and sliding her pale hide against its own. It was not a sexual gesture in Shale’s mind, however; her ears remained back, and she twisted her neck around to scrape her teeth against the stallion’s withers. The gesture mimicked a claiming nip, but her teeth also held back a threat.

"I think," she said, "That I am tired of the Bay for today, and that your pretty silver skin is mine now."

shale

pale daughter of dexter and alacran