The foliage shakes around her, the sound of twigs snapping coming closer and closer with each baited breath. Dara’s ears tilt back, touching the dark tresses of mane that tickle her irritated twitching flesh. Yet just as quickly as her anger flares up does it suddenly die with the familiar musk entering her flared nostrils. She is caught off guard by the tall male who slips into her little space, his multi colored face a dead giveaway as to who her ‘demon’ was and is. Tyr, as always, was an impressive sight; truly an unique phenomenon with his coloration, and perhaps one of the many reasons Dara had given him the courtesy of being looked upon with her hungry eyes.
The words that leave him bring forth a bitter smile onto her dark lips, her ears lifting from her skull to direct their attention on him even further. “Are you suggesting that i’m the demon here?,” she feigns innocence, looking under her dark lashes up at the handsome stallion as she speaks in that cool and collected tone that gives nothing away. Dara was a well coiled spring ready to launch itself forward, yet she gives pause, eager to know what has brought Tyr here.
“Careful Tyr,” Dara chides him on a sharp tongue, eyes narrowing slightly at the tone he carries when questioning her, “one would think you're not happy to see me, and wouldn’t it be a damn shame if someone were to get blood on this lovely forest floor.” A tease, a threat, he could take the words however he wished to convey them. Dara would be more than happy to give in to both. She shifts her weight from one side to the other, the snap of her tail against her side the only audible sound as she mulls over his words a moment longer. Did she come home to the islands for her own selfish reasons, or was it because she’d been following after Tyr all along?
“I grew bored, so I came home,” She says, defending her true reasons for returning, unwilling to give Tyr that bit of power over her that he held so well. “Running into you again is merely the cherry on top handsome,” Dara purrs, long legs at last bringing her closer to Tyr yet she doesn't touch him like she wants to, instead reaching out as if to exchange breaths like any civilized horse would, but Dara was far from having adequate social graces. Her lips pull back from blunt teeth, seeking to nip at the skin atop his nose, as if scolding him for ever leaving her side.
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