Khar’pern cannot decide what is more infuriating. The fact that this stallion had managed to ruffle her feathers, or, despite that maybe, a small part of her found it attractive. Albeit infuriating, but something about the gruff demeanor and equally rugged looks that frame the cocky dark eyes… it causes her calloused heart to thrum a rapid staccato.

And she hated herself for it.

Dark lips press firmly together as the rose-colored mare fights back the sharp retorts that threaten to spill from her lips in response to his remark on manners. It was clear they were of differing opinions on the matter. A huffing breath exhales from her flared nostrils as the exotic woman curls her long dappled neck, glaring daggers into the beast from beneath the thick veil of her obsidian lashes. ”As though you ‘dogs’ are ones to preach! Your companions constantly find themselves nosing around the peak. It’s only fair we return the favor from time to time” she remarks, stomping a forelimb in frustration. Frustration at herself and with the beast before her.

He sidles closer despite the hostility in her pale eyes. Ashen labrums curl into a sneer at his cocky words. As if she would ever admit she found him appealing. Especially not now.

An almost feral growl resonates from somewhere deep within her concave breast as the dappled mare snakes her neck forward. Raven-tipped ears bury beneath the thick mantle of her dark mane as her blunt teeth clack together in warning, mere breath from his russet-stained shoulder. ”You assume too much.” she barks, her raven whipcord lashing angrily against sleek flanks as she takes a step backward, needing to put more space between them if only to keep her own hormones and traitorous emotions in check. ”I have no desire for a repeat performance….” she begins, pausing a moment as a malicious smile tugs at the corners of her dark lips, ”One disappointment was enough to teach me a lesson.” she bites, amusement dancing in her eyes.

Khar'pern

The jungle is dark but full of diamonds;