The stallion’s words drifted through the clearing like smoke carried on a breeze, bold and unapologetic. Shrykos’ white ear flicked backward. She did not rise in haste; instead, she lingered in her sandy hollow at the water’s edge, letting the warmth of the sun and the mist of the falls crown her with what appeared to be shimmering starlight. Well, what bit of the sun still fell upon her despite the stallion eclipsing its warmth.
Her eyes narrowed unwaveringly, crystalline and cold against the verdant glow of the forest. The silence falls between them; only the cascading waters crashing adjacent to them is to be heard. A faint curve tugged at her lips, neither smile nor snarl, but something that suggested she found his approach entertaining, if not entirely laughable.
“Me?” she echoed, her voice lilting but sharp, like a jeweled blade drawn from its sheath. She let the lone word drawl, tilting her head as she pondered. She shifted, the ghost of a smirk remains on her lips, not from a prone sprawl but from a deliberate coil, serpentine in movements. Sunlight traced molten lines through her silver mane, stark against her dark hide, and she tilted her head with a languid poise that belied the subtle tension in her frame.
“You ask many questions for someone who offers absolutely nothing in exchange,” Shrykos hissed coolly, the smirk never faltering,
“Not to mention, you ruined my sunbath.” She turns her attention from him for a moment, batting her silver lashes as she looks to blue waters, flicking her tail once more, mockingly so. This was entertaining for her.
Her tail swept once through the sand, leaving a curling mark in its wake as her gaze lingered on him, appraising.
“Tsk, tsk.” Her glare was glacial, her words were laced of venomous, jesting banter.
SHRYKOS
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