Falls
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Posted on August 9, 2021 at 07:51:49 PM by I V A R
"Yes." he simply grunts as his dark eyes remain glued to her. Yes. It is awfully rude. Yes. It is because there is someone there and must have it. And yes. He wants her to leave so that he may quench his thirst without her prying eyes or her judgement. There. You should have plenty of room to go around. His ears waver above the muscles of his neck, his tail snaps across his black haunches and just as he is about to snap at her - there is a rustle and a young tawny stallion appears. A growl rumbles from Ivar's throat as he warily eyes his approach. “Why d'n you wander downstream aways, drink from there?" The Icelandic pivots fully to face his new opponent, the thoughts of cool waters on his tongue and his thirst being quenched disappeared. "Why don't you scurry on back to your mother's tit?" he growls and lowers his head, "it is unwise to put your nose in places it doesn't belong." The hair along his spine bristles as he takes another step toward the young stallion. His dark eyes glint in the silver moonlight and his tongue flicks across his blunt yellowing teeth. He could tear into the boy's soft flesh, he could hear the boy's panicked cries and screams. "Run along now, boy." he snaps. Just then the woman's voice breaks through the frigid midnight air and questions the boys intent. Ivar pauses in his slow stalk, his dark eyes remain glued to the tawny stallion for a moment longer before he steps back to the pool's edge. "There are warmer places that you could bathe... like Salem or Atlantis," he offers with a smirk on his lips, "I bet they would welcome you with open arms, they like women like you." Obnoxious. Stubborn. Irritating. And she would leave the cool waters and have a warm bath, he could slake his thirst and return to the shadows. "Why don't you take the boy with you?" he jerks his head toward the tawny stallion, "he looks like he wants to get lost with you." Outwardly, the Icelandic stallion casually cocks his hind foot as if he had all the time in the world, yet inwardly, he impatiently waits for her decision. It was a win win. He could be left alone, and she could wash herself somewhere else. If she went there she may even attract a hoard of admiring idiots who could oooo and awww over her, fawn and fall all overthemselves just to get a minute of her time. "I could even show you the way." he offers with a slight tilt of his skull. úlfur kappi of the lagoon Icelandic - 10 - 14.1 hh - Smoky Black - Stallion - Dogun x Unknown |
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