The reaction he was given was surprising; enough so that it made Finley’s anger waver. With the stranger’s white markings, he was so sure that it had been another Solomon son. Even if he was, it was clear the moment he spoke that the stranger had absolutely no idea what Finley was angry about. The look in his eyes, the way his ears fell, his body shrinking back; some of it might have been able to fake, but not everything. Finley let out a disgruntled snort, his ears still pinned as he turned his head away briefly. His eyes still glittered with that venomous anger, but it was quickly dissipating. At least towards this falsely accused.
“You look like kin.” he grumbled out, letting his head turn back towards the stranger and made it a point to look him over as if added proof. Though, it hadn’t passed Finley’s attention that his own chocolate colored skin didn’t have a single paint marking on it. With a harsh snap of his tail, the young stallion finally allowed his ears to raise enough from his tangled mane, but they still tipped back to display his grumpy mood. “Who are you then, if you aren’t a brother sent here to spy on me?” Although it was posed as a question, not quite a growl, Finley’s tone still hadn’t changed much from the first initial demand.
stallion | mutt | 15.2hhs | Smokey Black | Angel x Xiomara
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