Meadow

It as becoming more and more clear to her, as the moments wore on, that this stallion Raider was one of those self-obsessed stallions that believed all females should kiss the ground they walked upon in reverence. Boy was he in the wrong company.

He speaks of knowing exactly where it was that he was going... and yet it was he who had come to a sudden stop directly in her own path. Despite the biting response that threatens to spill past her lips for the moment she merely rolls her eyes in response. Yes, definitely self obsessed. However it was his next comment that brought the gleam of defiance in her eyes and the curl of her lip in disgust. "Do not test me boy. I will be more than happy to show you that I am more than capable to taking care of myself... regardless of my condition... though even that is none of your concern." she snorts, lifting her proud head high, her pale silver eyes glancing down her nose upon him. "Not that you would ever be given the offer." she adds turning now to Gent as the spotted stallion spoke up.

He teases her now, and a warm smile plays upon her own lips as she recalls the night of their coupling and the raw sensation his his broad form pressed against her own, both lost in the throes of lust and hunger. Pale gaze glitters as mischievously she meets his playful eyes. "I could say the same of you but I suppose considering the current company such pleasant thoughts should be left unspoken."

Raider speaks once more, calling her an enemy and while the thought was an amusing one... enemy to a stallion she had never met, she could not stop herself from feigning a look of utter astonishment. "Enemy? Little me? Did you not say a mere mare was weak in comparison to such strong brave stallions? If that were true than would I really be considered an enemy?" she purrs, silken silver tail flicking idly back and forth against dappled flanks. A single lobe angles towards Gent as he speaks up once more, coming to her defense in a sense.

Were she truly capable of having any emotional connection towards stallions, no doubt the pale spotted stallion would have made the top of her list. He offers her a knowing grin and she cannot help the wolfish smile of her own that slides into place. "Yes I can be quite fierce. Just look at me." she adds an amused chuckle rumbling from her lungs as she gives her proud head a shake, dislodging the irritation at Raider's words from her mind. Gent definitely had a way of smoothing things over. He addresses the roan stallion now, and a playful grin spreads upon her lips, "Tsk tsk, for a group of superior creatures you sure do not know each other well. At least I can say that the members of the Peak remember my name. As I am sure that a few of you will not soon forget it either."

4yrs | mare | Egyptian Arabian | dapple rose gray | 14.2hh | bound to no one | Peak