Mazikeen manages to land the lightest of nips upon his neck, her prize but a few meager hairs that she spits back out at him. He's wholly undettered by her toothy retaliation, though, much to Mazikeen's dismay. He seems to be rather enjoying himself, actually.
He reminds her a bit of Warwick in the way he seems to garner amusement from her ire, throwing fuel on the fire of her temper just to watch it climb and climb. But at least Warwick knew when to cut loose lest he get burned by the blaze of her fury. It seemed this stallion might lack such common sense, and Mazikeen intended to scorch him to the bone before she was through with him.
'You're welcome to look right back at me, y' know—I may be a cur, but I'm a damn good-lookin' one, ain't I?' the insufferable stranger retorts, pulling a mirthless chuckle from between the spotted mare's lips. "No, I think a pile of shit would be far prettier to look at," she snarks back, her tone an acidic cocktail of sarcasm and rage. The funny thing is, were it not for his obnoxious brashness and the reek of musk that clings to him like a spray from a skunk, there might be something handsome about him in a rugged, world-worn sort of way. Not that she would ever admit such a thing aloud, much less to his stupid face.
Mazikeen shifts so she faces him more fully, her ears still pinned firmly against her neck as she strikes out at him again with teeth and tongue, wanting little more than to taste the coppery tang of his blood on her tongue. Once, twice, again for good measure she snaps at him before snarling, "Why don't you crawl back to whatever cave you slithered out from and leave me alone?" Before she strangled him with her teeth, smothering the words in his throat before they had a chance to meet her ears.
mare. fifteen-one. seal bay roan leopard
akhal-teke mutt. marceline x ışıksız
queen of the cove. played by pippa.