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«stallion of ebon' hue enters the lands via hooves of blue-horn. auds swivel on slight crania in hopes of catching a sound of any inhabitant, preferably the lead. tail flicks idly against hocks, a shrill whistle emitting from flared nares. would he be accepted here? it seems the raid had totally screwed over all his hopes for becoming a resident at Dark Evergreens. boy, was this world sure different from what he'd thought, only being relatively new. the Fell's optics glance about warily, untrusting of every living creature now for having been deceived. making up his mind, the mascu takes a firm stance and tosses his head arrogantly, shadowy tresses slapping his arched neck. he would not be anybody's tool any longer and only answered to himself» |
«his memory jogged by the familiar equine, the bronc becomes prepared to speak a greeting or something of the sort. in any case, his poor memory failed to recognize the name that belonged with the face, so he remains silent for a couple moments more. auds flicker towards her, listening intently for an utterance from the fem, but hearing none. snorts loudly and paws the firm earth with a slender foreleg, not caring much to leave a marking in the ground, but rather to pass time» |
«snorts, hesitant to trust this slight acquaintance of his. nay would he ever be open to someone until they'd gone through a thorough examination of his. Ziraga booting him out had made his nerves haywire for a moment, but he was cool, calm, and collected now. 'haps he would seek revenge, 'haps not. in any case, he watched the mare with slight interest, uttering another inquiry to take up time» |
«quick to be on the defense, the bronc snorts and holds his dial even higher. his turgid air radiated, it seemed, as the mascu responded in an icy tone» |
«glowered bitterly at the mare, rubbing in his fault. 'haps she was more insecure than he, but alas, nobody'd ever know, now, would they? tosses his elegant dial, silky ebon' tresses cascading down his sleek crest. he would show her» |
«muses her words silently to himself, internally chiding her, though he dare not speak aloud for the obvious response would be another comment he did not know how to reply to. if you had a brain you'd care what my name is, mare. i shall be one to remember in time... alas, was he only getting his hopes too high? in any case, he'll bide his time slowly...hey, he had about 25 more years before he croaked, only being about 5. shoots the mare a rancorous glare as she calls him a colt, for colts and stallions were complete opposites» |
«dips ebon' dial in approval of the mare's apology, clearly pleased with himself for forcing another to admit to their wrongdoings in order to please himself. why he took pleasure from subjecting others to his will, no one would ever know. perhaps conceit? nonetheless, the bronc emitts a snort even louder than the fem's just for the mere enjoyment of winning the competition. fiery orbs settle ever so slightly as he becomes more comfortable and amiable in this atmosphere and looks around for 'haps more residents to speak with. utters nay a word and just listens...for once allowing himself to not be anything near a chatterbox» |
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