The ruby and silver tressed creature watches the male snake out that thick skull...a clatter of yellowed incisors to warn her like the rattle on a snake's end. If the horses had eyebrows, one would be lifted with confusion. Really? A low sigh heaves from the whiskered lips. How tired she was of these stallions...so guarded, so moody. Like little colts trying to stray from mommy to prove how big and strong they are. How utterly fucking tiresome. Honestly the statuesque National Show Horse could simple turn and walk away and really not give one way or another about this snarky stallion but when another shows does she decide to stay.
The other is an ashy gray dappled with smoke rings. Upon his spine are the very wings that brought him into the conversation. The blood bay does not even feel territorial over this would-be claim. In fact, she finds herself more so curious about the events to play out. Obviously, this male that dubbed himself Syden had a nice little idea that mares were one in the same. She snorts daintily, mockingly at the rugged beast. "Bold? You think I am bold?" She flicks a smirk off the end of her lips like sweat off her brow. "And yes, I was indeed willing to offer you a kingdom for a home but perhaps you would be off with Hurricane." Tones are a low lullaby from the depths of her throat. Dark pools scrape over his frame, the scars and the matted hair. He had seen better days but Estonia knew he enjoyed his appearance. He enjoyed the fear he caused with a stinging tongue and clicking teeth. She remains unfazed but perhaps a bit amused by him. The pools drift towards the feathered male as she politely awaits his turn in this game.
*estonia
corvus oculum corvi non eruit
