Dog-men and their mean women - any.

[Oricle]

what scares you?..everything

Lips crack and split, they are licked clean, sweet red warmth dribble from the wounds. with a shift, he feels heat of another near his face. Unblinking, looking straight ahead, he extends his nostrils slightly raising his head to inquire more from from the air.

Ears flick forward, then back, and point in the dirrection of the others intent on finding all that he can. Snow crunches, the breath of the female nears. He is sure that he could reach to touch her if he wanted. Maybe he replies, the sandpaper throat grating, not sure if he would be the resulting injury. The topic seems to be dropped quick enough though. And the other male becomes quite the irritating bully.

Of course being as young as he is, not quite 2 yet, he does not find the other stallions attempt at rivalry fascinating or intriguing in any way. Instead of engaging the other, he simply looks on, in the dark abyss that his alone. Came to say? He isn't sure the woman knows what she is talking about. Sure he was here, but it was all of simple chance, not like he picked her out of the lot to strike up a conversation with. Not like he COULD even if he wanted to. I am of the Chamber, not sure there is anything to say in particular. his voice chokes out wetly, from the blood that he had just swallowed off the cracks in his lips. Seems this one is quite taken with you. Even blind he could hear the thud of bodies, and the other agressively attempts to push her around. Ears lay flat eyes glaring attempting to see past his dark world, and know what the stallion was up to.

He wouldn't get away with pushing her around, his lips snarl into a smile ready to strike should the mare make any sound of annoyance. He was used to catching snakes, had tasted the skin of horses, he knows how to lash out, and cause damage, should things get out of hand. Of course, anyone is welcome to the Chamber, Straia... He pauses a moment, lost in his world the name scraping out of his throat lovingly, almost possessively on his tongue. Straia welcomes new blood, there are many opportunities to cause injury there if you like. sarcasticly he brings up the previous topic. Came to say indeed, there was nothing he could say that would be interesting, nothing that he would desire to say. It was all just a matter of wasted breath to him.

Thanh

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