A muscle ticked in the red duns jaw, his body seemed to grow in rage with slight trembles marking his body. Nahawi's blue eyes held the rage steady as he continued to glare at the old Lagoon boss, never wanting to see him again and yet here he was. This whole interaction had Nahawi growing more agitated by the second to the point his rage was beginning to boil. If Nahawi was a tea kettle, he would be screaming at this point to be taken off of the burner.
With the steps Psychedelic took forward, Nahawi braced himself for the old man's teeth. It might not be a battle he stood a chance in with the hind leg abscess, but he wasn't one to back down when it came to useless leaders. This old man had been a withering skeleton and it honestly surprised Nahawi he was alive. It was when he spoke that Nahawi seemed to grow sick in his gut.
Him? Nahawi? What?
Hearing the fact of Psychedelic talking about his daughter that way had the stallion wishing he could throw up. All Nahawi could do was snort and stomp a front hoof on the ground as he gave the loud snort. His tail arched and he tucked his neck closer to his chest. With being a stallion, Nahawi's neck crest was thick as he glared through his forelock at his old Boss. “I do not have your daughter and unlike your words, I am not filth.” Nahawi's tone was dark as he took his own step forward, his body growing more angry in posture the closer he got to that of this light colored loony bin of a horse.
“She is not here and obviously your mind isn't either.” Nahawi saw how the old man looked at him, seeming not to know who he was speaking to. The red dun didn't point it out however as he stood there, testosterone pumping through him with rage lacing the hormone. “You'd be best to get yourself together before you make others laugh at the state in which you find yourself.”
NAHAWI
stallion | 16.2hhs | Red Dun | of the lagoon
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