Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
The cautious doe acknowledges his sudden approach with angry eyes and bared teeth. Instinctively, the beast within him growls, its fur bristling in response. Annubis forces the reaction into silence, instead allowing his predatory gaze to remain impassive albeit curious. The child at her side clings closer, peeking up at him from behind its dam’s taunt neck. A coy smile curves across his lips as an impish response plays upon his lips.
Paradise. The word seems to flash some sort of recognition in the mare’s feral gaze and she opens her mouth to respond. Before a single word whether good or bad, can fall from her lips, there is another upon them in a hurried rush. Now it’s his turn for ears to fall backward in annoyance and frustration as multi-faceted eyes shift to the peach-spackled stallion as the beast moves into place between them. It seems Annubis has a way of collecting interlopers these days. A point the voice inside his head is quick to comment on…. As though he could forget.
Silver flutes disappear beneath the ringlets of his obsidian mane as golden pools narrow on the cocky stallion. As if he had any real room to talk on that point either.
As the stallion turns his attention fully upon the golden-eyed beast, Annubis can almost feel the proverbial hackles rising along his spine at the very pointed, very clear warning. A warning that more than ever, he had no intentions of heeding. Paper-thin nostrils flare as the beast huffs a thick breath and squares his shoulders, his lean muscles growing taunt beneath the sleek silver of his hide. If the little filly wasn’t scared shitless before, she was about to get a real show to haunt her dreams. No wonder the mare is so defensive. The lagoon has never been kind to the fairer sex and with the flippant attitude of the younger stallion, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that’s exactly what the mother and child were fleeing from.
Before Annubis can utter an equally snarky response to the paling stallion, another form slides from the nearby wood line. Authority screams in the confident prowl with which the green-eyed beast approaches and suddenly Annubis is not so certain the fields are even any longer. Fluted lobes twist forward at the sound of his name, brows narrowing as he shifts his attention entirely upon the silver-haired stallion. An impish smirk dances across his own whiskered lips as Annubis lifts his maw and cocks his broad head. ”Don’t think I can take credit for that brother of yours…. But I would give him back if I could” he chuffs, allowing the silence to linger between them as his own feral gaze roams the muscular build of the frosted stallion. From the way the peachy brute looks to him, this must be the boss or something else with authority among the bachelor's ranks. Shoulders rise and fall again as the sterling dragga takes a step forward, rising to meet the jade-eyed stallion fearlessly. He might be headed for an ass-whipping but at least he would put on a good show and leave behind a memory that no one would forget.
Raven whipcord lashes against his heels as he tilts his head now to the other side, filing through his selection of names. His tongue rolls along his jaw as the silver wolf lets out a long, drawn-out sound. ”Fraid I’m fresh out of names for ya if you think these two aren’t more than trading cards. I do have a nephew or two on Salem that I might be able to convince my sister to part with…. Nyimara…” he asks, his voice trailing off as his piercing gaze studies the bossman for any sign of recognition. If he knew of Nyimara then more likely than not, he had been around quite a while and maybe, just maybe, he could learn more about the inner workings from his sister; even if it might cost him at some point. Now whether the silver-haired witch would freely offer one of her sons up to her brother in exchange for a pretty face and her equally adorable daughter, that, might have been something he should probably have discussed first with her. But well, Annubis likes to live on the edge. What can he say? He could cross that bridge IF it ever came to it. No reason to even talk to Nyimara if the green-eyed stallion has no interest in the potential trade. ”I would think a new recruit might be worth more than a mere trinket and her prodigy… don’t ya think big guy?” He asks, glancing over at the blue-eyed mare with a silent blink before turning his attention back to the sabino brute. Let’s see how this works for him.