It was unfair of her to pin this spotted girl with the pent up anger and frustration that wracked her young body. Even though she knew it was unfair and unfounded at that moment, Ryvar did not care in the least little bit. She WANTS to infuriate the girl. She wants to see her stinging words leave their welts on brandished gold and white flesh. She needs to see the glimmer of her own tears gather behind the girl’s crystalline vision and revel in the sound of choked sobs as the spoon-fed girl races off toward her mother to tattle. She does not take into account what consequences her words and actions might bring down upon herself. What she does not expect is the stubborn defiance that meets her biting retort.
’Liar..’ the word causes her gaze to snap back to the girl’s facade, now contorted in anger. Raven-tipped ears snap backward, disappearing beneath the growing tendrils of her dark mane. Ash-dusted labrums draw back into a snarl revealing her growing, ivory teeth and pink gums. How dare she. Defiance shines in the golden girl’s glare as she lifts her small muzzle.
’I’m not THAT kind of princess’ she replies, the dismissive tone of her voice enough to grate the last fibers of restraint that control Ryvar’s emotions. A cocky smirk slides into place along her muzzle as the bay girl lifts her own head. Dark eyes glitter knowingly; she had hit a nerve with that comment at least.
’Take it back!’ The shouted command is enough to draw a scoff from her closed lips as she turns away as if to dismiss the spoiled brat completely.What she does NOT expect, is the girl to meet her anger with that of her own. Instead of rushing off to cry to her mother for the rough shove that Ryvar had given to her in passing, the patchwork girl launches at her. For once, Ryvar is caught by surprise, but not completely at least.The spraying gravel from the charging girl’s hooves causes her to glance backward, the forward motion caught in her peripheral. Not enough time to avoid the assault completely but at least her training with Khar’pern has her reacting instead of freezing into place. Instead of turning away from the girl’s onslaught, Ryvar pivots her body and shifts the weight of her frame to that side, her muscles tensing beneath the copper color of her coat. The impact draws a grunt from her lips as the forward motion of the charging girl connects with the point of her shoulder, sending a shooting pain down the front of her leg that would no doubt soon begin to swell and bruise for the next few weeks. Ears pin backward as Ryvar bugles her challenge, dropping her own head towards the girl’s knees (and muzzle if she is lucky) to offer a few snapping bites.
”What’s the matter PRINCESS, Did I hit a nerve?.” she snarls, throwing the weight of her slight frame forward in hopes of gaining back some of the ground she had lost when her opponent charged into her.
”Gonna go cry to your mommy now?” she taunts through gritted teeth as she tries her best to push the girl a step backward.