I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
The stranger’s familiar reply does little to ease the overt aggression in Ashhal’s slightly lifted wings or stiff and angry stare. It does however tell him at least some things the words had not explicitly said. Whoever this shifter is, he at least believes he belongs. And for Ashhal, who is most certainly not a self-appointed guardian for Loess, it is enough.
He doesn’t miss the canines that grow beneath his lips in response to his less than cordial greeting. There is a visceral satisfaction in seeing it, and in the way his spine prickles with heightened awareness. While Ashhal has at least enough sense not to be the aggressor in this situation, he certainly wasn’t going to take any damned pains to stop a fight either.
Let’s hope Ledger has a bit more sense than that. Or not, if the mood should strike.
Ashhal’s only response to Ledger’s introduction is a non-committal grunt. His eyes never leave the other stallion, but when he turns the conversation bluntly back on Ashhal with almost as little finesse as Ashhal had displayed earlier, the winged stallion stiffens. His ears disappear into the tangle of his pale mane, dark eyes hardening into glittering obsidian. He couldn’t damned well fault Ledger for doing so, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t be irritated by it.
He is silent long enough that one could almost wonder if he would reply at all. When he finally does however, the two syllables are gruff and clipped. “Ashhal.”
It would be simple enough to end the conversation there, but Ashhal being Ashhal, he can’t help but to add almost under his breath, “Not that it’s any of your fucking business.”
@[Ledger] I'm sorry he's such an uncooperative arsehole lmao