the stallion is full of humour, something she hadn't expected. for a creature as desperate for attention as he seemed to dredge he is surprisingly at ease with her foul disposition. her scowl deepens as she appraises him more fully, noting how different he was compared to Him. this stallion was even taller, as if that were possible, and had strange markings that dredge had never seen before. her stare is longer than she intended and with a gruff snort she turns her nose up and away from the brute. her ears remain buried for the duration of his response and her tail swats against her hind legs like a whip. why hide her poor mood? his words irk her even more… brazen words for a pregnant mare? would they be any more tolerable if she wasn’t carrying a foal? her mismatched eyes roll at the retort. ”brazen words for any mare you mean? any mare who isn’t groveling at your hooves i’m sure. luckily i’m beholden to no beast that can leash my speech.” and she wasn’t. other than the growing creature in her womb, she had no ties to anyone on the isle.. even the stallion whose child it was. it was clear their rendezvous had been the circumstance of hormones and timing alone. her features are hard but she lets out a brief chuckle, though she tries to stifle it, at his next comment. ”no, normally i dine on the flesh of buffoons such as yourself for my meals but today must be your lucky day. i seem to have lost my appetite being in your presence.” there were many circumstances that had lead to her unpleasant dispostion. heartbreak and rejection were chief among them… luckily she had grown somewhat proficient at avoiding all thoughts of Him. she wonders, vaguely, what circumstances had driven the large stallion before her to these isles. she hadn’t seen him before. with his massive size and strange markings, she’s sure he had barely arrived. even sour as she is, there is something in his bearing that causes a subtle attraction despite her ill temper. She snorts again at the thought, irritated for even thinking it. she tries again, without success, to stifle a laugh as he quips easily. it is a strange sound when considering it’s source.. light and pleasant.. but quickly she swallows it, trying to hide her amusement. ”Well your brain must not be proportionate to the rest of you Tyr… While i’m sure i’m creative enough to insult you with a full spectrum of colorful names, your arrival here is nothing special. If you expect a gaggle of women to fall delighted at your feet you’re more deranged than i am.” a warm welcome indeed…. |