Chemdog doesn't answer her question, only slanting his head more, his eye staying with her subtle movements. His body language ignores the roan's presence all together. His teal eyes simply stare on through streams of black forelock, watching her while Archam blathers on his same old lines. A chuckle breaks through his lips and he throws a sarcastic glance toward his idiot neighbor, scoffing with mock disgust. “No one wants to go to your Gods-forsaken fuckin' creek, Archie.” He laughs aloud and takes his eyes away from Archam and back to the marbled mare. He steps forward and slightly in front of the roan and reaches his muzzle out, an intimate hello, but a hello none the less. He doesn't shove himself at her but instead stands square, neck craned and his nostrils fluttering just inches from her, he can feel her breath bending his long whiskers. He searches for eye contact while he waits, his tail slashing wildly across each speckled hip, eagerly waiting an acceptance or rejection. If she reaches out, he'll reciprocate with a moment pressing their muzzles together, smelling and feeling each other. If she lashes at him he will have to jump back as any sensible horse would do when lunged for. “You don't belong in Cobblestone. ” He whispers for her ears only, his voice a low gritty growl. “You should be coming with me...to the Village.” c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
