She’s a feisty one, he’ll give her that. He grins as she presumes to snap back at him, daring him to ‘make her.’ If she’d actually been serious he would have lashed out immediately, but the playful twinkle in her eye leads him to believe that she’s just looking to play a game. She just wants him to work for it, and that he can live with, so long as it doesn’t take overly long.
If she decides to keep him waiting too long she’ll discover exactly how nasty he can be.
He bounces away from her playful kick, still grinning widely. It’s refreshing, this sort of playful, flirtatious attitude. Once upon a time mares had shied away instantly the moment they saw his red eyes, but now he is not feared … is perhaps even desired, if only a little bit.
“Play eh? And what kind of play do you like exactly?” He’s certainly not opposed to a little rough play if that’s what she’s looking for. With a half rear he sets after her, nipping at her rump with perhaps a little more force than is necessary. He speeds past her next, kicking out as he passes by her side (though he doesn’t put enough force into it to cause any serious damage if it hits home). Then, when he’s in front of her, he swings out across her path, cutting her off. There’s a dangerous glint to his eyes as he watches her now. He’s enjoying the game, for now, but he doesn’t want to be toyed with. He’s not the sort of stallion to simply walk away after being screwed with. “Now, dear, why don’t you tell me your name? I’m Zayn.”
ZAYN
I'm an ugly mess