City
He startles her, honestly, when he comes upon her all energy and chipperness. She steps away from him with ears flat, it is an instinct to sway her rump away and face someone coming in all hot. She eyes him suspiciously while he delightedly informs her how spontaneous he’s feeling, her expression is an uncontrollable “what the fuck are you?” Her lips are wrinkled and if she had brows they would be bent quizzically. City is very rarely stunned, and furthermore, she’s almost never in the mood to receive such a stranger – no strangers, but especially not personal space invading motherfuckers such as this brazen bastard… The freckled mare cannot sort out just what it is she wants to do with this, with him. She contemplates walking away, or biting him, or kicking him. Aggressing him in some way seems like it may be desirable..
Mm. No, not today. Pregnancy tends suck your physical capabilities for violence out of you toward the end.
She snorts and tips her head to the side. “An adventure without a purpose?” Her voice is smooth but hard and her yellow eyes fix on him as she simmers into a more relaxed stand, stepping back a few more steps. Make up names? Her face wrinkles with annoyed puzzlement. “No.” She wonders for a moment if his mind might be mush and his keeper is looking for him somewhere. “You can call me City.”
rushed and filled with all I found
more, give me more, give me more
she a bitch
@[Dahmer]
