his laughter is irritatingly pleasant, she decides with a frown. it is deep and warm and inviting in a way that makes her want to drop the icy exterior and melt into his side for a moment, though she would never admit such a thing. her dark ears flatten even more violently and she raises her head with a snort as he steps closer. the painted grullo looks menacing, or at least as menacing as a pregnant mare can, though it is all bark and no bite for now. dredge lowers her head for a moment, exchanging the proffered breath with a forcefully chaste in-and out- huff before turning her head away from him. she finds his proximity nearly unbearable but does not want him to know that. the desire to be close to him is different than the pull she had felt in season… she doesn’t know if it is because of the way he does not shy away from her attitude or his subtle similarities to Him. either way she steels herself against such a desire, knowing it could lead to an even more humiliating end than the child growing in her womb. a child, she could face, another rejection? she wasn’t so sure she could survive that again. his words are quiet, with their nearness, and startlingly personal. if it were anyone else she imagines she would snap out with her teeth, or turn her hip and offer a hearty kick with a powerful hind leg, but her brain wars with her hormones, knowing such acts would be laughable against the giant. instead she laughs, a hard bitter sound compared to earlier, because it is painful to acknowledge, it was just a matter of time. as usual though, the mare parries emotion with rude humor. ”well, that just goes to show that my initial assessment of your intelligence was spot on. you’re as dumb as you are tall, Tyr and that must be difficult to live with. she snarks openly, holding her muzzle up and away haughtily to avoid his presence, though it feels as if though he surrounds her. one front hoof stamps with agitation as his voice fills her ears again, a sensual whisper and her nostrils expel a snort. the truth is bare in his words, because she does feel chaos and something else. a nagging worry almost, about the vacuum that would be left without his presence know that she had known it. she is disgusted with herself at the thought, and reacts outwardly with a vengeance, turning back toward the massive stallion with teeth bared as a flare of hurt stammers in her chest. she snaps at him without real intention, aiming half-heartedly for the skin on his shoulder before stepping out of the close personal space he had shared with her a moment ago. her voice is a hard cackle, you think too much of yourself… just like the rest of them. you’re just like Him, her mind speaks inside though she has no proof of such things… |