04-18-2016, 12:24 AM
Oh he didn’t like that much did he. She lets out a clipped laugh at the expression on his face - the fool seems to have taken it so personally - and is about to step forward to follow him when the chestnut stallion decides to open his mouth.
Rage boils up inside her at the implied threat and the small smile he had managed to produce vanishes to be replaced by a thin, angry line. She does not appreciate threats and she certainly will not wilt beneath them like the mares he’s clearly used to dealing with. “Oh, you’ll make me respect you, will you?” Her voice is low, with a dangerous edge that he will no doubt miss. “Sorry to say, but I’ve changed my mind. Any stallion that thinks respect is gained through threats is not worthy of my company.” She takes a step towards him, head lowered and ears pinned back. “Besides, I think you’d have a hard time making me do anything.” She’d been keeping it under wraps, not wanting to be flashy, but an asshole like this calls for a bit of showing off. She concentrates for one brief moment, and her entire body changes. It creeps over her almost like a sickness, slinking along her body and changing her reddish coat and dark skin to a pure diamond armour. When she’s done, a horse of red-tinted diamond (red-tinted because only her outsides change, not her insides) stands in the grass of the field. Let him try and push her around now.
She’s startled out of her anger when a small growl cuts through the air. Her eyes now diamond eyes flit about, prey instinct taking over. She steps back, preparing to flee as a small wildcat pops out of the grass, but pauses as the creature is followed by a tall black and blue winged stallion who immediately challenges Hasenel. “Sheba …?” But he seems to be talking about the little wildcat. In her surprise, her armour falls away, leaving her back in her plain bay form. “I’m Va- …” Her voice cuts off with a squeak as the wildcat walks right up to her, opens its mouth and speaks. Vakarian stands with her mouth hanging open for a moment, before shaking her head in a failed attempt to regather her wits. “You … you can talk!”
Rage boils up inside her at the implied threat and the small smile he had managed to produce vanishes to be replaced by a thin, angry line. She does not appreciate threats and she certainly will not wilt beneath them like the mares he’s clearly used to dealing with. “Oh, you’ll make me respect you, will you?” Her voice is low, with a dangerous edge that he will no doubt miss. “Sorry to say, but I’ve changed my mind. Any stallion that thinks respect is gained through threats is not worthy of my company.” She takes a step towards him, head lowered and ears pinned back. “Besides, I think you’d have a hard time making me do anything.” She’d been keeping it under wraps, not wanting to be flashy, but an asshole like this calls for a bit of showing off. She concentrates for one brief moment, and her entire body changes. It creeps over her almost like a sickness, slinking along her body and changing her reddish coat and dark skin to a pure diamond armour. When she’s done, a horse of red-tinted diamond (red-tinted because only her outsides change, not her insides) stands in the grass of the field. Let him try and push her around now.
She’s startled out of her anger when a small growl cuts through the air. Her eyes now diamond eyes flit about, prey instinct taking over. She steps back, preparing to flee as a small wildcat pops out of the grass, but pauses as the creature is followed by a tall black and blue winged stallion who immediately challenges Hasenel. “Sheba …?” But he seems to be talking about the little wildcat. In her surprise, her armour falls away, leaving her back in her plain bay form. “I’m Va- …” Her voice cuts off with a squeak as the wildcat walks right up to her, opens its mouth and speaks. Vakarian stands with her mouth hanging open for a moment, before shaking her head in a failed attempt to regather her wits. “You … you can talk!”