04-03-2016, 11:14 AM
AND ABANDON, THAT GREETS YOU IN THE NIGHT WITH SNAKE EYES, THE MOST PRECIOUS KIND.
Her mannerisms disturb him. Had she learnt her ways from a mongrel? Wyrm finds his lip curling back at her smart reply, a sneer edging his lips as she tests him. “Best watch out, little girl…” He thinks, blood pounding in his head. He knew where foals came from, thank you very much. At the mention of the Falls he finds his ears lowering, head rising with a bit of haughtiness. The Falls, eh? She was probably one of those tree-hugging types, all flowers and sunshine and blah blah blah. Wyrm snorts. “I’m not from anywhere.” He states, pride oozing from his mouth with the declaration. “But my sire is a decorated Chamber member. A war criminal.” He gloats, a wicked grin cementing itself onto his face.
How did she like that? Not so tough now, was she? The emerald green colt steals a glance at her, hoping to find some semblance of awe shadowing her features. But instead she’s toying with a smile, and it wrecks his overall good mood. Girls. Though he does suppose, (stealing another quick look) that she’s not as horrible as she seems when she opens her mouth. Her eyes are rather curious, hinting at some sort of intelligence. And her face isn’t all that bad the more he looks at it. But she was still a water-loving filly. And that was that. He huffs, tail twitching in his obvious irritation. Time to pull out the big guns.
“And just what do you do in the Falls anyways, Josselyn?” He questions, exaggerating each syllable of her girly name. “I bet she has fish breath…” He ponders, and the thought causes a chuckle to bubble up from his chest. “Can you even swim?” He queries, voice growing imperceptibly more serious. Wyrm realizes, suddenly, that he’s never actually been around a large body of water. He thinks … well, perhaps he knows that he himself can’t swim. But that doesn’t matter, all that matters is wiping her smug little face clean of that stupid, pretty smile.
Girls. Ugh.
How did she like that? Not so tough now, was she? The emerald green colt steals a glance at her, hoping to find some semblance of awe shadowing her features. But instead she’s toying with a smile, and it wrecks his overall good mood. Girls. Though he does suppose, (stealing another quick look) that she’s not as horrible as she seems when she opens her mouth. Her eyes are rather curious, hinting at some sort of intelligence. And her face isn’t all that bad the more he looks at it. But she was still a water-loving filly. And that was that. He huffs, tail twitching in his obvious irritation. Time to pull out the big guns.
“And just what do you do in the Falls anyways, Josselyn?” He questions, exaggerating each syllable of her girly name. “I bet she has fish breath…” He ponders, and the thought causes a chuckle to bubble up from his chest. “Can you even swim?” He queries, voice growing imperceptibly more serious. Wyrm realizes, suddenly, that he’s never actually been around a large body of water. He thinks … well, perhaps he knows that he himself can’t swim. But that doesn’t matter, all that matters is wiping her smug little face clean of that stupid, pretty smile.
Girls. Ugh.