Coming to a stand, my orange eyes strain to pick up the form of the stranger in the dim light. I hardly notice as my supper bolts off.
It is when the other rises from their spot in the grasses, teeth glimmering white, that my attention focuses. The display given by the stranger in a random shift to their equine form is unfazing. This was the form I was used to seeing both in this world and the spirit realm.
My tail rises in response, the dark purple ears seated on my head perking in interest more so than aggression. I had always been more a lover than a fighter. A kind and gentle soul.
Lifitng my nose, I test the air, my eyes remaining focused on the other and reading their expression.
I now take a single step forward, testing the space between us, with a gentle wag of my still upright tail. Having never claimed the territory, I don't feel the deep desire to protect it but I wasn't about to be run out of the area either, if that is what the strangers intentions are.
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Malik