The PRiNCESS Portrayal

[Kreios]

kreios don't you tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash While her reaction wasn’t exactly ideal, I can tell that I’ve at least managed to unbalance her. She no longer seems perfectly self-assured, and while it might seem as though I’m laughing at her loss of composure (I am not), I cannot help but chuckle at her expression. “It depends on what the ladies want,” I reply, clearly amused. Her little nip is too quick for me to dodge; I am agile, but I still have a substantial bit of bulk to move around. That does surprise me, but it does not occur to me to lash out at her in retaliation. Instead I take a step forward, pressing my spotted chest against her barrel, knowing that it’ll be harder for her to turn and nip again in such close proximity. Taking advantage of her nearness, I nibble gently at the crest of her pale mane (a harmless friendly gesture, a platonic grooming – were it not so close to autumn and the season where nothing between mares and stallions is platonic). “Did you want something specific from the Falls?” I ask, the low tone in my voice unable to stray far from a wildcat rumbling, “Or from me? I’m sure the kingdom and I could manage to meet your demands.”