06-03-2021, 07:50 PM
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
The red eyed stallion can be as fickle as the weather but for now he likes this idea of Wherewolf representing the Pampas. While rooted in prank it also served a more cunning purpose, what might other territories think if his best representative was a stallion like Wherewolf? A man who would cut through the bullshit and get straight to the point. It sends a message, he thinks. One that keeps them wondering and hopefully far off his back.
“I have faith in you.” He gives a rather slick smile, no lies in his words as his gaze continues past the dappled pegasus to where Steve had once stood. At his mention of the flowers talking, he simply laughs lightly and responds to his sly smile with one of his own. “You really think so little of yourself that I need flowers to plant that idea?” He pauses as his muzzle sweeps over a bloom with wide open petals, beckoning to discover what lays hidden in its honeyed depths. “Besides, who doesn’t like to travel and see more of the world? I rather thought Lord Wherewolf had a nice ring to it.”
He is quiet for a moment as he lifts his head and gazes at him with a rather curious look. “What is it with you and Aela anyways?” He’s merely curious and it’s not an intention to pit the two against each other that spurs the question. The sunlit striped mare was a mystery in many ways to him as much as she had grown familiar. He wants to know her better. Wants to know them both better and get a clearer understanding of this thread of animosity that ran between them. It was important to know how they thought, what made them tick, how their weaknesses could possibly effect him. There was also a smaller part deeper inside him that perhaps asked from a place of caring that he would never openly admit to.
“I have faith in you.” He gives a rather slick smile, no lies in his words as his gaze continues past the dappled pegasus to where Steve had once stood. At his mention of the flowers talking, he simply laughs lightly and responds to his sly smile with one of his own. “You really think so little of yourself that I need flowers to plant that idea?” He pauses as his muzzle sweeps over a bloom with wide open petals, beckoning to discover what lays hidden in its honeyed depths. “Besides, who doesn’t like to travel and see more of the world? I rather thought Lord Wherewolf had a nice ring to it.”
He is quiet for a moment as he lifts his head and gazes at him with a rather curious look. “What is it with you and Aela anyways?” He’s merely curious and it’s not an intention to pit the two against each other that spurs the question. The sunlit striped mare was a mystery in many ways to him as much as she had grown familiar. He wants to know her better. Wants to know them both better and get a clearer understanding of this thread of animosity that ran between them. It was important to know how they thought, what made them tick, how their weaknesses could possibly effect him. There was also a smaller part deeper inside him that perhaps asked from a place of caring that he would never openly admit to.
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