07-01-2016, 07:48 PM
"You only live once but if you do it right..."
Liar? Perhaps. She liked to think of it as calling his bluff. She would pretend to be brave, to not be worried about his claws and his teeth and perhaps then he wouldn't eat her. It was working so far wasn't it? He's not chomping on her bones and she didn't feel any horrible pain. She obviously wasn't dead, the slight tremble in her legs that she could only feel and not see said otherwise. Terrible and pathetic? Well she absolutely hopes she is a terrible liar. Her father hadn't raised her to be good at it. Pathetic? Possibly, depends on who you asked. She didn't think she was pathetic but her life so far....definitely pathetic.
All in all, she was solid. Instead of running away, she stood up to adversity, even if it had teeth and claws.
She'd like to think she was brave and not stupid but didn't they all think that. Hell, she was brave and stupid. Really stupid. Let's put a little emphasis on that for a moment shall we? Too late now, the black mare stands up to this monster and then....he's just a horse. She manages to keep the breath she exhales soft and quiet, nothing more than another regular breath when she would have most certainly liked to sigh loudly with relief. She knows he knows she was terrified. Okay, she's not that stupid. She can read some body language too.
His oozes confidence. And why wouldn't it? He can manipulate his body into a giant cat and probably a thousand other different things. What was there to be scared of when you had a handy tool like that? He had laughed at her, and she was only offended for a moment until she realized that he wasn't going to eat her. Thank goodness.
And his horse form is beautiful. Her brown eyes staring at his midnight blue coat as tiny twinkly stars show up. A smile curls her lips and she forgets for a moment that he had just moments ago been a giant cat. She steps forwards, her nose stretching out to touch his shoulder and she pauses midstride as she remembers. "Sorry." She murmurs, pulling back into herself. She did love small things of beauty, like his coat, baby birds in a nest, the sun rising over the trees. It was the simple things she loved.
"Wyrm." She tries his name out, a couple different statements about his name and his attitude float through her mind but she doesn't say one of them. Her body had relaxed tremendously since he had shifted back, all the tension falling from her shoulders. She was still wary, he was an unknown stallion, but not terrified. She should be. "I haven't in a while. But when I was younger we...I mean...I was often amongst the Jungle cats playing with their brood." Mentions of Strange make her heart hurt, and the memories sometimes of her best friend makes her ache. She tried to remember without remembering. "But thank you." A smile curls her lips.
All in all, she was solid. Instead of running away, she stood up to adversity, even if it had teeth and claws.
She'd like to think she was brave and not stupid but didn't they all think that. Hell, she was brave and stupid. Really stupid. Let's put a little emphasis on that for a moment shall we? Too late now, the black mare stands up to this monster and then....he's just a horse. She manages to keep the breath she exhales soft and quiet, nothing more than another regular breath when she would have most certainly liked to sigh loudly with relief. She knows he knows she was terrified. Okay, she's not that stupid. She can read some body language too.
His oozes confidence. And why wouldn't it? He can manipulate his body into a giant cat and probably a thousand other different things. What was there to be scared of when you had a handy tool like that? He had laughed at her, and she was only offended for a moment until she realized that he wasn't going to eat her. Thank goodness.
And his horse form is beautiful. Her brown eyes staring at his midnight blue coat as tiny twinkly stars show up. A smile curls her lips and she forgets for a moment that he had just moments ago been a giant cat. She steps forwards, her nose stretching out to touch his shoulder and she pauses midstride as she remembers. "Sorry." She murmurs, pulling back into herself. She did love small things of beauty, like his coat, baby birds in a nest, the sun rising over the trees. It was the simple things she loved.
"Wyrm." She tries his name out, a couple different statements about his name and his attitude float through her mind but she doesn't say one of them. Her body had relaxed tremendously since he had shifted back, all the tension falling from her shoulders. She was still wary, he was an unknown stallion, but not terrified. She should be. "I haven't in a while. But when I was younger we...I mean...I was often amongst the Jungle cats playing with their brood." Mentions of Strange make her heart hurt, and the memories sometimes of her best friend makes her ache. She tried to remember without remembering. "But thank you." A smile curls her lips.
"Once is enough."
Willa