HELLBANE
I've all but just forgotten-
He doesn’t know her past, and he doesn’t assume to know it. Hellbane doesn’t pry, nor does he enjoy the act of prying (despite the fact that he may seem to be doing that just now.) What he does enjoy is getting to know the true nature of person, and this mare certainly wastes no time in revealing to him her exact sentiments. Her voice, though harsh and undeservingly cutting against his own polite nature, only rouses a genuine smile across his dark mouth. He could laugh at her, if he chose, but there’s a blazing independance in her pleasantly caramel-colored eyes that stops him just short of the action. He’d dealt with enough troublesome women in his life.
“So then ask.” He tells her, stepping around her sturdy little body to make his own path in the snow. Stone for stone he could match her attitude if she wished. For someone so bent on going nowhere at all it seemed to be something of a comical situation she’d put herself in. But then again, that’s the way it was for a loner out here - especially a mare. Eat, or be eaten. He thinks she’d be tough meat to chew.
It’s his turn to walk ahead now and he does so only briefly before turning an ear back to listen to her. “We could figure out the way together, for a little while.” He offers, breath spilling out from his nostrils in visible, crystalline form. His neck bends to the left, eyes peering back over his shoulder to where she stands - a mottled patchwork of curiosity. “What’ve you got to lose?”
-What the color of her eyes were