Falls

I wanna chain you up, I wanna tie you down

Fiery eyes landed upon the form of a lovely mare, her colors only slightly different from his own deep blacks and sparkling whites. It had only been a few days since Orkaan had arrived on the islands but he had already begun to process of reclaiming what was rightfully his. The inlet was his home, thus far unchallenged, and so began his search for others. Those he could play games with, because in the end, everything was a game. It had been early when the Friesian mix had swam across the cool water, starting out near freezing in his home and than warming as he neared the crossing lands.

Now, what could be bothering such a fine creature? He questioned silently, though still standing at a distance, hidden by the boulders and trees. Watching as she drank he debated his move. She smelled of another male - obviously not homeless. Would it do any good or would he simply be wasting his time? Yet Orkaan had found himself bored. He needed interaction. Someone to toy with, or someone who could match him. Someone he could push around or someone who might shove him back. The black tobiano’s desire to socialize won out over any part of caution. Who cared who she belonged to? Soon enough, they would all know his name, and they would all respect it. Moving at a leisurely pace he approached her as she lifted her head from a cool drink, his cranium lifted proudly.

”Well it looks like someone could use a pick me up. Someone so beautiful shouldn’t look so sad.”

Words came out like honey, not loud but still full, not a whisper. Generally speaking, there were two responses to being flattered. Either they could melt, fall into his velvet, or they bucked like a bronc. Orkaan cocked his head inquisitively. The reason for her sour mood didn’t so much interest him yet these were the social rules of each play and he would admit it gave him a good stepping stone into the conversation. Besides, who could resist a damsel in distress?

”My name is Orkaan, perhaps I can help.”

A soft smile trained perfectly to his lips. Inside a hurricane ready to ravage the land, laying waste or claim to everything in his path.