The wind had grown colder since the start of their meeting, if that was even possible. Even though only mere moments had passed between them he felt as if time had somehow slowed. Around them, the forest had grown quieter. Almost as if every creature was leaning out of their nests to see the odd silent exchange between the two strangers. He could have laughed at the idea of how odd they must seem to any potential on-looker. What, with him speaking out loud and her communicating silently. They were surely a sight enough to confuse anyone.
 
She intended to leave, that much had been made obvious, and he had half the mind to let her. The memory of her kisses tingled along his flesh like the touch of a ghost. It had been too long since he’d been able to pleasure himself and here before him was a mare who, although odd in every other meaning of the word, was stunning in her own right. And, just as he’d suspected, the moment he no longer played into her hand, her interest waned.
 
Suddenly distracted she drifted away from him, back in the direction in which she had came. Her previous flirtatious nature melted away to reveal a cold exterior – one made up of complete disinterest. He could have laughed at how predictable she was. So long as he was willing to play her little game, she was more than happy to offer him the one thing that she knew he’d want from her. He wasn’t interested in company or conversation. Sex, however…
 
He was the user, not the used and as she walked away from him he darted to block off her path. A wicked smile spread across his lips. ”Why, leaving so soon?” he asked flirtatiously. ”And without a kiss goodbye?” He pouted dramatically.
 
As he circled around to her rear he flicked his tail under her chin and nipped at her under belly. He lingered a moment at her rear before circling back towards her front once more, grabbing a chunk of her mane between his teeth and tugging roughly.
 
Your move, love.
 
He was playing with fire now and he loved it.

Her voice flooded his head as she complained against his advances. Finally, he smirked, he was getting under her skin. Narrowly avoiding her hefty frame as she nearly looses her footing, he continued to nip at various places. First her legs, then her neck – using his short stature to his advantage he pivots and weaves he avoids her kicks as she fidgeted beneath his not-so-gentle caresses.
 
It was painfully obvious that she towered over him, though he never saw his height as much of a challenge. He’d learned ways to use his stature to his advantage and found that being small made it easier for him to avoid unwanted violence. She was growing angry now and her threats did very little to discourage him. She would want to hurt him, that was unmistakable. Most mares did though, very few actually had the courage to try. He had no doubt that this individual would waste no time in exercising her anger upon him.
 
He was half tempted to let her.
 
But where was the fun in that?
 
Stopping just as suddenly as he’d begun. He stopped before her once more, squaring himself slightly to help himself appear slightly taller than he was.
 
”Remember, bitch,” he snarled angrily. ”You were the one to start this little game of ours and I’m half tempted to teach you the consequences of such an error.”
 
He let his voice fade into nothingness and decided to finish his sentence in his mind. You wouldn’t be worth it.
 
He flicked his tail impatiently as he climbed back towards his trail. Fuck her and her games.  

Sticks and stones, sticks and stones.
 
Her opinion of him mattered very little. Beqanna was a large place and there were more interesting people to occupy his thoughts and time. There was no point in wasting more daylight on her than he’d already had. The distraction had been entertaining while it lasted, but he desired to be out of Taiga while he still had daylight on his side.
 
The dropping of the temperature hinted that night would soon be upon them and the threatening of the season’s change was upon them. As always, he wasn’t sure where he was going – he just was.
 
As her voice attacked the inside of his head he rolled his eyes, his pace never faltering. Her last word, however deserved a reaction. With one final glance over his shoulder, a cocky grin plastered onto his face, he left her with his final goodbye. No, love, yours just wouldn’t be worth it.
 
And with that, he disappeared into the forest.