03-28-2016, 06:14 PM
The roan's ears prick as he slips underneath the few trees littering the center of the field, the dark irises of his eyes as bottomless and empty as an abyss home to the souls of the tortured. He scans the field, searching, looking for a mare that will do her job. She doesn't have to be perfect, or beautiful, she will just have to suffice. For a first go at gathering a herd, he isn't sure if he would rather have a challenge or an easy go at it to get himself a strategy.
Though the mare who catches his eye is none too striking and would otherwise not stand out among the beauties today, she is just another flower in the bed, but the choice language that streams out of her mouth within seconds of his gaze being directed her way certainly holds his attention. He can't help but chuckle darkly, enjoying her spirit. Maybe such a feisty mare would not be a fantastic first pick, but Titanium certainly liked his fun.
He starts to move in her direction, but abruptly stops in his tracks when the unfamiliar stallion makes his way over. He huffs indignantly, almost child-like in his annoyance. But I saw her first! He takes a few moments to sort through his feelings and digest, but carefully listens to what the spunky little mare says next. She's certainly the sassy type, he muses as he watches the interaction. That could be potentially problematic. "Juju," He murmurs, rolling it across his tongue and wincing. How ridiculous. But she would certainly still do, and though he wasn't too fond of the idea of making an enemy of this Archam, his stubbornness wins out. After all, Archam isn't too threatening a figure to make an enemy of.
He makes his way over, mindful of what he is about to stay. He wonders what words would appeal to this mare most, what would make her happy enough to come to the Village with him. He tries to control his desperate desires, so strong that he is sure the pair can smell his need to bring a mare home. He approaches slowly, an amiable expression covering his face. This must go perfect. "I'm sorry, is he bothering you?" The Nokota stallion asks hesitantly. "I couldn't help overhearing."
Though the mare who catches his eye is none too striking and would otherwise not stand out among the beauties today, she is just another flower in the bed, but the choice language that streams out of her mouth within seconds of his gaze being directed her way certainly holds his attention. He can't help but chuckle darkly, enjoying her spirit. Maybe such a feisty mare would not be a fantastic first pick, but Titanium certainly liked his fun.
He starts to move in her direction, but abruptly stops in his tracks when the unfamiliar stallion makes his way over. He huffs indignantly, almost child-like in his annoyance. But I saw her first! He takes a few moments to sort through his feelings and digest, but carefully listens to what the spunky little mare says next. She's certainly the sassy type, he muses as he watches the interaction. That could be potentially problematic. "Juju," He murmurs, rolling it across his tongue and wincing. How ridiculous. But she would certainly still do, and though he wasn't too fond of the idea of making an enemy of this Archam, his stubbornness wins out. After all, Archam isn't too threatening a figure to make an enemy of.
He makes his way over, mindful of what he is about to stay. He wonders what words would appeal to this mare most, what would make her happy enough to come to the Village with him. He tries to control his desperate desires, so strong that he is sure the pair can smell his need to bring a mare home. He approaches slowly, an amiable expression covering his face. This must go perfect. "I'm sorry, is he bothering you?" The Nokota stallion asks hesitantly. "I couldn't help overhearing."