Falls

go on. bare your teeth,
and i will pull them out one by one.

Vexing creature this one is. ALL of him - from the righteous sneer that contorts his muzzle to the proud way he raises his thick skull. Yes, she would describe his skull as thick. Considering, he will NOT take the hint that she wanted him crawl back into into the hell hole he had pulled himself from. A smirk tugs at her lips as he stomps his foot like an oversized toddler who didn't get his afternoon nap. "Don't you even dare touch me," she warns as he lowers his quivering muzzle closer to her withers.

"Lying is not a pretty color upon you my dear lioness." he hisses as if his words were supposed to strike fear into her beating heart. A snort forces through her nostrils at his absurd words - every color is pretty on her - yet again he shows how little he knows.

"Maybe not," the words of a handsomely painted stallion draws a surprised look from her as he sidles between the warring pair. "but it sure looks good on me.", he adds with a smirk.

His shoulder presses against hers. Great... not one but two imbeciles to contend with. What if? She could let them argue amongst themselves who is the prettiest in the land... and she could slink into the shadows and disappear? "I am so thirsty, why don't you two continue this conversation while I find myself a drink?" she conjures up her most "friendly" toothy smile. "Now if you excuse me," she holds her breath for a second as she quickly assess the quickest route through the trees. And with her route calculated, all of her muscles launch her to the left and away from the pair. She knew that her agility and speed would be an advantage over the larger of the two... but the other stallion she was unsure if she would be able to out maneuver him.

The thunder of her own hooves across the frozen ground is all that she hears as she enters the forest. Naked branches whip across her withers and haunches which only spurs her on faster. A wide trail winds through the trees - frequented by many visitors she supposes - at-least this way she wouldn't get lost? Her muscles pump with each galloping stride until the sting of her lungs and sweat darkens her shoulders - warn her that she needs to slow down.

She gasps for air and her nostrils flare with each breath. Dark eyes whip back and forth as she tries to find a place that would conceal her. She slows to a shaking halt, lather flicks across her neck and along her belly. Her sides heave with each laborious breath, at-least for now she had put some distance between herself and the pair. FOR now...