11-21-2015, 10:38 PM
The approach was not unnoticed. His ears turned to hear her steps, eyes glancing to the side to see the equine as they moved to him; another glance and a quick scenting told him it was a mare. He momentarily lowered his guard, his everlasting tensions, but raised them just as quickly. He knew from his own mother that mares were just as dangerous as they were pretty. He drew himself up, head raising as he turned his head her way, ears still back, but not nearly as hidden against his skull as moments prior.
Her voice was near to music to his pricked ears. A high soprano with gentle tones woven in below, her voice almost eased his wound-tight muscles. She approaches him cautiously but with the grace of a mare, and a smirk tugs at the ends of his mouth - a shadow of his cocky self. "Estonia." He didn't reply to her question, instead tasting the name on his tongue. She had a purpose, he could tell, and as she approached him closer he snaked his head towards her, clashing his teeth together as a warning to keep her distance. He didn't mind her being near, but she needed to keep a safer distance; he wasn't always so inclined to be kind towards mares.
"My entire name is not for you to know." His voice was husky, deep, fitting of a stallion his stature. "But you may call me Syden." He flicked his tail in her direction, the smirk playing at his lips once more. "You seem rather bold for a mare, lovely Estonia."