shire x // stallion // 18 hh / Sooty Dunalino Roan Pintaloosa
Despite her long winded tirade that left her breathless, Tyr barely even hears the words she speaks. It is her ears that he noticed. The delicate appendages slowly creep from their tightly tucked spot among her dark locks, perking forward as she watches him. It takes her only a few seconds to notice, quickly pinning them again with an added snort. She may have tried to remedy such a thing with more foul words and attitude, but it is too late. He has already seen through her wall, peeking through the small tears with her stifled laugh and perked ears. It was nothing but a façade, but what was she protecting?
Finally, a chuckle rumbles up from the large stallion’s chest. The sound almost like thunder. "It is all in perspective.” Tyr replied, his multicolored eyes gaining a glimmer of mischief as he watches her. Taking a step closer to the mare, the stallion lowers his proud head as if to exchange breaths with her. There is always a chance she might bite him, or strike out with her front hooves, but the golden stallion is unafraid. Instead, he almost welcomes such behavior, and would surely return whatever was given. "I have yet to be repelled.” he pointed out, his voice pitched lower now with their closer proximity. Delicate nares flare, drinking in her perfume and finding it appealing despite the mixed smell of pregnancy. Tyr wanted to move closer, and found no fault in doing so, as he took another step to bring him further into her space. The thought of her running away never closed his mind, only that he risked taking damage if she decided to attack for his boldness.
"So tell me, Dredge, why I should want the world to stop spinning in my absence?” he asked, his husky tone nearly a whisper at their closeness. "When in fact, the faster I make it spin in my presence, the more chaos I leave when I’m gone.”
Tyr ~ the tip of the spear ~
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