03-29-2016, 08:54 PM
So he admits he's a thief, the stallion thinks in surprise. That response certainly isn't the one he had thought or hoped to receive. He had almost wanted the fellow herd stallion to be as immature as he inwardly was, counting every loss and mulling over them all every chance he got. He immediately rushes to cover it, surprise being one emotion he never wanted to display to this strange horse. He lets out a snort of derision, much like the one he had privately held back when they had met Naledi. Every part of him tingles with dislike.
That dislike inflames when he realizes exactly what the stallion has said to him. "Oh, lucky you," He snarls out, grinding the tip of his front hooves into the dirt. "How easy it must be to have everything served up on a silver platter for you." He realizes how bitter he sounds and faces away, almost quivering in anger. Doesn't this ignorant horse realize that in order to have a home, you must have a herd? And in order for these mares to want to come with you, you must have a home?
Unlike Archam, at present he feels nothing for this stallion and the easy banter they seem to share other than dislike, which is cold and lodged within his throat like a lump of rock swallowed accidentally with a mouthful of grass. Mainly because, as much as he hates it, he envies what the other stallion has. He shakes his mane once, then remains still. He is not going to be the first to walk away from the conversation.
(My characters just keep surprising me....)
That dislike inflames when he realizes exactly what the stallion has said to him. "Oh, lucky you," He snarls out, grinding the tip of his front hooves into the dirt. "How easy it must be to have everything served up on a silver platter for you." He realizes how bitter he sounds and faces away, almost quivering in anger. Doesn't this ignorant horse realize that in order to have a home, you must have a herd? And in order for these mares to want to come with you, you must have a home?
Unlike Archam, at present he feels nothing for this stallion and the easy banter they seem to share other than dislike, which is cold and lodged within his throat like a lump of rock swallowed accidentally with a mouthful of grass. Mainly because, as much as he hates it, he envies what the other stallion has. He shakes his mane once, then remains still. He is not going to be the first to walk away from the conversation.
(My characters just keep surprising me....)