The tension, the anger, the hatred is absolutely clogging the atmosphere. Each of these hell-cats were quite literally seething with malice towards once another. Chem had amounted himself a fucking viper pit.
Helle offers up a coy little smile to the ghost faced stallion as well as her own muzzle in greeting. "Of course I'm playing nice. I'm so sweet I'll give you a toothache." A small giggle pursues after the little pun before the lavender tinted pools watch as the women drag themselves towards the gathering. The smile that once sat upon her lips is drifting, muddy as it slips away.
First a buckskin, a ruddy bay, the spotted sleepy head, and then finally a chocolate mare. The pintaloosa appears to be in a bit of pain (not good in these parts) and Helleborn notes the weakness. Her gaze shifts to the buckskin. The mare is older, fit. But the red bay...she closes the space right up between her and Chem. A smirk pulls the right side of her lips like a puppet's string. There were so many stars in her eyes it practically looked like a fucking galaxy floating her her head.
Her curious eyes watch them as they approach in their own manners and at their on pace. Lobes move cautiously...carefully as she finally gets a look at women within her home. The striped mare-child is unimpressed but she is not stupid. Possibly, in time she would get to know the residents...
(the competition)
And with her small skull high and statuesque upon a slender neck does she look back to Chem. "As for you? Behaving yourself?" The tones ripple like rich burgundy velvet from her throat as she playfully probes the stallion passively but with seemingly provocative undertones.
HELLEBORN
light up the world as i fall asleep