paint it black; teal

[Lior]

dark son of gunsynd

The way she is tucked against him makes him uncomfortable. He is not use to being touched and it makes him want to claw off his skin right then and there but the male allows the blind woman to continue to hug his curves and edges tightly. His features remain stoic, neutral (not that she could tell but for the sake of her handicaps...well, he allows her to stay close). The small grunts in her throat at least let him know that she is not daft. The mare is still competent in her realization of who he was and what he was doing. When they had reached the water's edge and after his effort to lighten up the space between them, he is met with the woman slamming against his broad side and bouncing off. Confusion and curiosity glint the silver of his eyes as he watches the peculiar little creature that she is. After a few moments of her awkward dance, she is greedily sucking up the cool waters that spread around their hooves. Lior enjoyed the feeling of sand and pebbled under his hooves, the feathers floating about his ankles. A small smile curls at the edges of his lips when the mare seems satisfied with her fill. She was such a curiosity to Lior! He does not flinch or pull away when she is at his cheek, moving along the muscular length of his neck, the tallness pf his shoulder... BUT- When she goes and takes a hefty bite out of his hip, well, Lior isn't going to let that one slide. A throaty and loud whinny bellows from his chest as he bucks his hind up right on up in a hop...not trying to lash out in a hard kick but to simply bounce the thickness of his hindquarters against the mare's face or neck or whatever part of her to get his message across. No biting. Lior pivots  his weight around with pinned lobes and angry eyes. He knows the mare is blind but it does not ease the anger he feels for her to simply feel the need to break the skin of his hip in a nasty bite. Now he is wary of this woman. Was this a game? Some kind of trick? Lior had let her closer to him than any other horses before (at least willingly) and she repays him with not one but TWO bites. He snorts, already feeling the blood on his hip attracting flies. He had liked her company. For the first in a long time, Lior was warming up to her and not cringed at another's touch but now...now he wasn't sure if he could even trust a blind muted mare. The male stands tall now with a raised skull and laced lobes. He waits to see what magician lay just under the gold skin...what kind of trick this was being played on him.  LIOR