Can you please sit the fuck down?
The dark stallion takes no heed of the dark one. Yellow eyes are bright and rolling with the fester of insanity that lay just beneath the murkiness of his skin.The emaciated creature only reacts when the other, thick and well formed, approaches with challenging words. Spittle flits and glitters in the spring sky as the heavy skull wings to see who called him 'hyena'. The feral thing, the wild thing, with snapping jowls and heckling laugh spikes up in response.
Phynn halts his movement, frozen in the mid day sun that flecked off the dulled coat. The wire hook lift the very edges of his lips in a grimace that split into a too-wide grin. "Why no." His response is mechanical with a voice hoarse and creaking as though gears lay rusted and rotting int he depths of his throat. "What do you say, devil? How do you know so much about me?" The words are spoken between swallows of salivation. The stallion with the snarky words and glinting eyes smelled delicious. The salt of skin and sweat, the heat of rippling muscle-
But Phynn knows he is too weak, too inadequate with the flat molars that cursed his equine form. Lobes half mast towards the other with a wary eye as he listens, sifting through the silt that clouded his brain.
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