08-29-2021, 01:25 PM
When the petite mare refused to oblige his clear desire to pause and speak, the brute felt a sudden surge of dark amusement burbling up from deep within his chest. Such amusement presented itself as a mere huff of breath, a fleeting sort of sound, but already he knew within moments of coming into contact with the palomino -- he liked this one. Shoulders rolling to see his raven-hued wings indulging in a bit of idle flexing, the stallion surged back into motion yet again so that he might join the femme on her quest for water. He made a point to shorten his otherwise far longer strides so that he might keep pace with her rather than outdistance the slender creature. But even though he walked at her side with his golden-eyed attention split between her person and the sea of grass shivering all about, it was clear enough: he was the one following her.
He wasn't one to mind such power games when he was in the mood for them and clearly, on this day, he was in the mood. Especially when the other offered to answer his questions so long as he would answer some of hers as well. Ears pricking momentarily while he considered such a thing, he was then presenting the mare with another brief flicker of a smile before agreeing on a dark rumble of, "You have a deal." What else did he have to barter? He had nothing of value here in these lands, nothing beyond his own knowledge.
For the moment, at least.
Arching his powerful neck, the winged stud began to speak again, his rich baritone imparting to the gilded female: "I'm a stranger to this place, you see, and though I've been trying to familiarize myself with its various domains, there are still gaps in my knowledge." Each word dripped past his velveteen lips with a casual sort of cadence, his tone almost bored as he admitted to both his newness and his disadvantage as a foreigner. But his eyes, not once did they lose their molten intensity throughout his explanation. "Which brings me to my first question," he actually purred, his head turning ever-so-slightly to see him imparting to his companion on a dark huff of air, "To which kingdom do you belong?"
He wasn't one to mind such power games when he was in the mood for them and clearly, on this day, he was in the mood. Especially when the other offered to answer his questions so long as he would answer some of hers as well. Ears pricking momentarily while he considered such a thing, he was then presenting the mare with another brief flicker of a smile before agreeing on a dark rumble of, "You have a deal." What else did he have to barter? He had nothing of value here in these lands, nothing beyond his own knowledge.
For the moment, at least.
Arching his powerful neck, the winged stud began to speak again, his rich baritone imparting to the gilded female: "I'm a stranger to this place, you see, and though I've been trying to familiarize myself with its various domains, there are still gaps in my knowledge." Each word dripped past his velveteen lips with a casual sort of cadence, his tone almost bored as he admitted to both his newness and his disadvantage as a foreigner. But his eyes, not once did they lose their molten intensity throughout his explanation. "Which brings me to my first question," he actually purred, his head turning ever-so-slightly to see him imparting to his companion on a dark huff of air, "To which kingdom do you belong?"
cassiell
temperance is a virtue
@Aela