04-27-2015, 07:46 PM
He snorts at her mention of their father sending him. He gives a haphazard shake of his head, his mane falling like a curtain of black against his thick neck. "You know all he cares about is the three basic needs of a man." His deep baritone voice is bored and indifferent as he speaks of the large gray oaf that'd sired them. Indeed, all that Belgarath seems to care about is eat, sleep, and sex. Not in any particular order. And always with an air of superiority. Fortunately for him, he hasn't been around to witness the man's latest arrogance about his newfound powers. Navarro rolls his broad shoulders in a display of 'I couldn't give two shits' as muddy brown eyes follow her gaze to the trees and brush. Though it doesn't show, amusement sparks within him at the thought of his sister seeking another rabbit to maim (having witnessed the event at least once or twice). And then an idea slips into his mind as he contemplates how to answer the other part of her question. He truly is pleased to see her, but he certainly wouldn't be the fool to tell her such. He wouldn't tell her he had come to pledge himself to her bidding, at least not yet. A sudden urge to break his statue-esque mold overcomes him as he slowly comes to stand beside her, eyes seemingly scanning through the foliage as well. Quietly, and his tone taking on a certain crypticness as it rumbles through his chest, he speaks once more, somewhat close to her ear.
Though his eyes are on the ground, he is alert to the slightest motion from the spotted mare beside him. "Tell me, dear Sister, is the blood of rodents the only taste you crave?" Before giving her a chance to respond, however, he rapidly snakes his neck out and aims a bite (more a playful nip, though a bit rough) at her own, possibly reaching an ear or at least a spot close to it a little lower. Suddenly more alive than she'd ever seen him, the black tank of a stallion lurches forward into motion. Massive hooves dig into the ground to force his big body faster, and his long strides carry him out and away from her. Fully anticipating her to retaliate in kind, he excitedly kicks up his rear end and twists his barrel, powerful hind legs lashing out in whichever direction she decided to flank him, if at all. This particular action wasn't truly intended to make contact, but if by chance it did, would most likely cause little harm to her. If no impact was made, so be it.
There is a shark-ish grin tugging his lips back, revealing teeth. If she had indeed pursued him after his buck, he veers off in the opposite direction, picking up speed as sweet adrenaline courses his veins. It was not often in the slightest that the drafty colt gets a wild hair up his ass like this, but damn he'd be a liar if he said it didn't feel good. Hopefully having gained some distance from his sibling, he gradually slows in a wide circle to gauge her reaction to him and lock eyes on her position. If she is charging toward him, he would swing his rump around so that he faces her, sliding to a stop and lifting the front of his body in a half-rear to kick out at her with lightly feathered forelimbs when she nears him. If not, then the act is a taunt, a glint in his eyes and toothy grin still in place. Come and get me, sister.
[XD I honestly don't know where this came from. Guess he wants to play ]
Though his eyes are on the ground, he is alert to the slightest motion from the spotted mare beside him. "Tell me, dear Sister, is the blood of rodents the only taste you crave?" Before giving her a chance to respond, however, he rapidly snakes his neck out and aims a bite (more a playful nip, though a bit rough) at her own, possibly reaching an ear or at least a spot close to it a little lower. Suddenly more alive than she'd ever seen him, the black tank of a stallion lurches forward into motion. Massive hooves dig into the ground to force his big body faster, and his long strides carry him out and away from her. Fully anticipating her to retaliate in kind, he excitedly kicks up his rear end and twists his barrel, powerful hind legs lashing out in whichever direction she decided to flank him, if at all. This particular action wasn't truly intended to make contact, but if by chance it did, would most likely cause little harm to her. If no impact was made, so be it.
There is a shark-ish grin tugging his lips back, revealing teeth. If she had indeed pursued him after his buck, he veers off in the opposite direction, picking up speed as sweet adrenaline courses his veins. It was not often in the slightest that the drafty colt gets a wild hair up his ass like this, but damn he'd be a liar if he said it didn't feel good. Hopefully having gained some distance from his sibling, he gradually slows in a wide circle to gauge her reaction to him and lock eyes on her position. If she is charging toward him, he would swing his rump around so that he faces her, sliding to a stop and lifting the front of his body in a half-rear to kick out at her with lightly feathered forelimbs when she nears him. If not, then the act is a taunt, a glint in his eyes and toothy grin still in place. Come and get me, sister.
[XD I honestly don't know where this came from. Guess he wants to play ]