Go on. Bare your teeth at me.
I'll pull them out
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Unlike the pretty monochrome mare before him, Raegar had no need of respectable distance, and so as his head shot up in surprise - water still dribbling down his pale chin - he swallowed hastily and moved to close the distance between them. It had been a long time since he'd last seen the precocious filly with her bright eyes and bold attitude, but he remembered the bald-faced offer he'd made to her that day.
To come with him, to the Badlands. To be
his.
It pleased him more than he was ready to admit that she was here again, approaching him, recognizing
him, and the want of her returned, swimming through his veins unchecked. Worse, now, really. Now that he knew what it was to be a herd stallion - to court and couple. Before, it had been raw instinct that had driven him to gather his herd, to build something for himself, but now there was another layer to it, one that had taken the want of a herd's companionship and transformed it into a need for something more primal.
"Too long," he answered with a grin, hungrily raking his gaze over her figure without shame. He had wanted to bring her home that day so long ago, but had allowed his preoccupation with proving his battle prowess to distract him and he'd kicked himself ever since.
"Did you get lost on the way to the Badlands?" He teased, despite doubting she had attempted to join him. For better or worse, Raegar had learned the hard way that simply offering his home was not enough; he needed to bring them to the Badlands for them to understand, for him to have a chance at winning them over. Vitani and Filumena both had fought him every step of the way until they'd adjusted. He had no reason to believe this pretty mare would be any different.
"You never did tell me your name last time..." He trailed off with an inquisitive tilt of his head. Their conversation had been far too short last time, a failing that was entirely on his own shoulders.
"Nor where you are from." The smile that quirked as he finished that statement implied that he very much believed he already knew where she would end up. Unbidden, he stretched his muzzle slowly toward her, offering an exchange of breath if she would be so bold as to take it.