be stealthful as the night
and deadly as the dawn

The blue roan Thoroughbred Mustang hybrid smiles slowly, almost Cheshire-like. Something wicked this way comes. His deep blue nostrils flare as the mare acknowledges his presence and saunters towards him. He eyes her with his bright, oddly blue colored eyes, watching her as she is able to control the disgust and fright on her face. She is able to hide her emotions pretty well, smart girl...Let's see if you can hide your shock and fear now, pretty princess... Half of him wanted to see the fair maiden in fight, out of curiosity. Was she still graceful and composed? Or was she wild and rough? He wanted to see her style in battle. He wanted to see what she was truly made of.

The crooked, somewhat toothy smile is still splayed across his dark lips as he moves a few steps closer to her. He was testing her. He was defying her to incite a reaction. His inky, paper-thin nares flare gently, inhaling and exhaling her scent twice...as if trying to burn it into his mind. He knows he is really close to her, but he also knows she won't attack him unprovoked. Heat drags across his dark blue skin, pulling from her heat, swirls of vapor from the sea still flare across his skin as if he was some ethereal creature of demonic lore, slowly they die out. He puts his mouth close to her neck, but far enough to where he could jump sideways and back if she lashed out at him. I have come to conquer you and your land and take it for myself, precious. We shall have a little duel...If I win, I take the Inlet, you are free to go wherever you wish or you may stay...it is not you or your people I want. If you win, then you remain as the leader and I will pledge my allegiance to a foe as worthy as yourself. However, since I do not really feel like shedding your vibrant blood on your beautiful, silvery hide, I will gladly rule either by your side or even be "under" your command. Just note, that I do not follow orders very well, but will do any battling/raiding under your wish. It is for you to decide how you want to proceed. His voice is rough-sounding, dark and dangerous. It suits him finely, though as he has never been one to sugar-coat anything. He would rather be labelled as an asshole for being honest and laying his cards out on the table, than be called a cheater. His scarred face swivels towards the silver mare. His deep words were nott a threat he had made to the leader of the Inlet, but a mere promise. He would either take over, or he would be her assassin. It was totally up to her. He readied himself to have to fight if necessary. In the cold of the winter season, one shouldn't even move too fast for fear of snapping in half like the gangly, gnarled branches that hung up on the trees haphazardly. His warm breath is exhaled as he shrugs his shoulder, rolling out the tensely coiled muscles waiting for her response with ears tipped forward, and powerful hindquarters ready to launch if needed.

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-| Liang Kuai |16.3 hands | 9 years | Blue Roan minimal overo | TB/Mustang | Stallion |-

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