01-20-2021, 03:48 PM
Is it wrong that his eyes gleamed with excitement when she whipped away? That the grunt of surprise as her hoof connected with his chest quickly gave way to a pleased short of chuckle? Cormorant grinned, not bothering to disguise the points of his teeth now, and watched her pique from a safe distance.
"Forgive me," he asked lightly, as though he had not attempted to sink his teeth into her only moments ago. "But it seems the question has answered itself." And he did not clarify what that answer was. Only that it satisfied him. With a shrug, the bulky stallion nodded to the open water from which he had emerged. It was steel grey and white capped today. Beautiful, when the light broke through clouds to glance off it.
"Things are so much more direct out there," he mused, to her and to himself. Who needed manners when it was eat or be eaten? One ear flicked thoughtfully, as he wondered at the merits of the surface. More talking, less knowing. His eyes drifted back over to the platinum mare, his expression mild. "Do you like it up here?" He asked after a moment.
He wasn't sure that he did. He'd spent most of his childhood on land, following in his mother's tracks as she served an island. The matriarch, as the orca were concerned. That was where the similarities ended. The orca had no sense of politics, of negotiation. It was strength and cleverness that got you by, not how well you could or couldn't talk. Still, there was always room for perspective, and he waited on the little riptide mare's.
@[alleria]
"Forgive me," he asked lightly, as though he had not attempted to sink his teeth into her only moments ago. "But it seems the question has answered itself." And he did not clarify what that answer was. Only that it satisfied him. With a shrug, the bulky stallion nodded to the open water from which he had emerged. It was steel grey and white capped today. Beautiful, when the light broke through clouds to glance off it.
"Things are so much more direct out there," he mused, to her and to himself. Who needed manners when it was eat or be eaten? One ear flicked thoughtfully, as he wondered at the merits of the surface. More talking, less knowing. His eyes drifted back over to the platinum mare, his expression mild. "Do you like it up here?" He asked after a moment.
He wasn't sure that he did. He'd spent most of his childhood on land, following in his mother's tracks as she served an island. The matriarch, as the orca were concerned. That was where the similarities ended. The orca had no sense of politics, of negotiation. It was strength and cleverness that got you by, not how well you could or couldn't talk. Still, there was always room for perspective, and he waited on the little riptide mare's.
@[alleria]