her eyes, mismatched like his, are locked into a dreadful scowl which only deepens the longer she glares at him. his smirk would likely be irritating on its own but as a reaction to her sharp words? it is infuriating. dredge feels the sting of her tail against her hocks as it swats with annoyance. normally it was so easy to get under their skin…to drive them away. he only looks amused. she is nearly dumbfounded when the massive stallion lets his eyes roam her body, tipping her head as she wonders what, exactly, he is looking at. she has always thought herself plain, despite her white markings that stand out crisply against her gunmetal grullo hide… and her mismatched eyes are hardly attractive, though there is something strangely intriguing about his. but now especially, with an abdomen swollen in foal, she knows she is no great figure of beauty. she can only roll her eyes again and scoff at his words. he is absolutely the type who would be excited, she thinks, at the prospect of a gaggle.… he had come parading through the brush looking for such an entourage, after all. what grim luck to have found her instead. he prods back with a gentle insult, a test it seems, and her hormonal temper is quick to rise to the occasion. ”you remembered? i’m sure you declare your name to any poor beast who comes within a twenty yard radius. most self absorbed creatures do… you must wake up thinking that if the entire world does not know your name we’ll all fall to our knees and perish… i’ve got news for you, the world was spinning even before i knew your name.” she feels a little breathless after such a tirade…. somehow, upon delivering her rant, her dark ears had risen to attention, locked on him…. and when she realizes this, she lays them back against her mane again forcefully, snorting as he calls her “special”. if he only knew…. there was nothing special or remarkable about her. He had made that all too clear when He had abandoned her. she considered herself at least as worthless, if not more, than the stallion in front of her. his humor does something to her though, makes her want to smile and laugh… she doesn’t give into these foolish temptations, slamming down a wall of scowls and frowns as best she can, but she does mumble her name. ”dredge is my name, though i don’t see why you would want it. i am, as you say, repellant.” her voice nearly cracks a little at that last word, feeling how true it was…. she is abrasive and rude, miserable for the sake of it…. but it keeps her broken heart safe and protected from those who might mishandle it ever again. |