.Terran.
“Or maybe I wasn’t trying to be alluring at all.” I retort, smirking as she descends anyways to appraise me. I retract a half-step, not imposed by her boldness but not exactly willing to relinquish all my goods in one go for for this girl. Besides, I can tell now when her disturbing eyes flash from my face down to my hooves. “The same place strangers always end up looking.” I think, used to the attraction of the metal sheen by now. My sire had been gold, well … gilded really. Technically an angel.
And here I was, all black and boring. Thanks pops.
It still surprises me that I’ve ended up as sort of a useless creature, given that both my parents were afflicted with heavy magic. “My name is Terran.” I begin, the muscles along my back shivering to dispel the likes of insects and other unwanted creatures, “And I don’t need a fancy anything.” I chuckle, ears tilting backwards as I raise my head (and my brow) in curiosity. She’s not exactly graceful and I can appreciate that. It was always the slender, awkwardly beautiful ones that got on my nerves the quickest.
There’s a strength to her, still a softness though that distinguishes her as a young woman and not some tank of a horse. Those eyes, however, were hard for me to meet and appreciate. They would give any creature reason to be on their way. “What’s up with the blinkers?” I tease lightly, hoping she would find the joke and not the offense in my tone, “You shoot lasers or something from them?” I ask, thick tail lashing out to bat restlessly at my sides. Damn Summer.
I want to live, I want to give, I'm a miner for a heart of gold