Rey
Receptive is not the word I would use to describe this interaction between Loess and Sylva’s forgotten refuse. I can’t blame them - their plight is one for the lesson books - and their ferocity to keep their homeland is admirable at best but still, I cannot quell the shiver of absolute dread that seizes me when the colorfully green spotted stallion disturbs us from behind.
“You mistake Loess and Arthas’ intentions.” I bite back to his warning, “Control is for lesser beasts. Are you a lesser creature?” I ask him rhetorically, emboldened enough by the arrival of others to swat my tail against his chest and lower my ears, one back hoof cocked in a silent warning.
Too brave sometimes for my own good.
Arthas speaks again, clearly eager to be done with necessities and I lower my head to listen and watch, eyes widening at Sinner’s proposal. Well, not a proposal … more of a demand but still, there seems to be a sliver of reason to his request. It’s an olive branch, or close as we’re going to get to one, so I only glance between his glowing eyes and Arthas’ stoic face to see if the once Champion of Loess will accept.
We are three to three, a quick smile and knowing wink thrown to Titus in a way of greeting, and I feel a sense of calm where once there was uncertainty. This could work - it would work - and soon enough Sylva would rear her head with pride, not empty threats and ghost stories.
don't go screaming if I blow you with a bang