02-10-2019, 11:05 PM
Mary
He gazes at her like she was someone he once knew, lost in the memories that flashed before him. He barely smirks at her response to running, the brief moment of freedom. When she mentions that she had been kissed by the plague his body relaxes, and her suspicions are confirmed of him also being infected. He must be one of the kind souls who don't want to spread the disease, unlike the equine who shared it with her.
She admits that she does not fear the plague, for if she did, what would her life be like? Living in fear? A prisoner to the safe lands? She may feel pain, and her beauty diminished with patches of fur missing, but no one could take away her freedom to travel as she pleases. Aside it all, she had to protect Sylva, to build her home into a feared place.
After she inquires of his name, he responds with Ruan. Charming, a name that suits him, a cheeky smile appeared on her maw before she stuffed it back into hiding. She gives a small dip, a friendly gesture between the two. Would you like to join me in another run? he asks, and she quickly perks up. She hadn't raced with another since she was a child, with that black stallion she met in the meadow...
She usually found herself running alone, but she didn't complain, the wind that screeched in her ears left her mind a blank slate. The thoughts that nagged a mile a minute were silenced for the brief time. I could use the exercise he says, breaking the silence. Although he asks to run, his tone is blank, and she wonders if this brings any joy to him? Regardless, she would never turn down a good run, or a chance to show this stag what speed really is.
With a smile on her face once again she gives a nod and reaches her neck out to gently nip his shoulder Okay, but I won't go easy! Her voice is peaked with excitement, and with it she bolts off in front of the pair, she weaves in and out of the trees and a laughter escapes her maw that echoes throughout the forest. It was moments like these that she sought out, a chance to be Mary, and not the queen of Sylva. To meet someone who didn't know who she was, and didn't want any information on her kingdom, or afraid to overstep a boundary. Her head flicks back to the stag who was just behind her, her head start was barely an advantage. Come on slowpoke! She teases, egging him on, and with it her pace fastens, she extends her legs to cover as much ground as possible.
Long May She Reign
@[Ruan]
