Jesper
05-08-2018, 07:14 AM
Aquamarine gaze locks upon the clown as he stalks towards Jesper. Pupils harden as orbs focus on the pony's expression, carefully interpreting his smirk and, haunting craze upon features. Ah do you like it, Jesper? The question seems like a taunt; as if Morty did not truly believe that Jesper would be complimenting him. The pony continues, unphased, and, larger male merely nods in agreement. There are no words for this kind of crazy. When the clown turns to face Jesper, muscular sinew tenses and crest retracts to lift poll. Glossy pools study other with marked unease while bronze-tipped lobes train upon his captor. He watches as the smaller male creeps closer and, prepares to respond defensively. Ears shift to half-mast, ready to pin and, lips tense to create a taut line as they prepare to reveal blunt incisors in warning. Jesper remains apprehensive until the clown begins to back off. Though the Sylvan King stands at a more respectful distance now, the suspicion of an impending threat lingers between them.
Onyx steed remains emotionless with Morty's next words. Features of facade do not betray a single thing while Jesper hones in on his words. Here goes, male thinks to himself as the clown begins. A smile begins to spread across features as Modicum attempts to persuade him with the promise of fun chaos brings and, the freedom to do as one pleases. Perhaps, if the two black equines had met in the Forest, back when Jesper was lost and, desperate, he would find this pitch more enticing. Alas, the Jesper that stands before him today is steadfast in his conviction to Brennen and, the morals of the Brotherhood. Wrong audience, Morty. He holds his smile as it is neither taunting nor, sheepish but, rather, labrums display pure entertainment in their curves. He processes the threat that follows before attention is drawn to the similarly built youth.
The colt's build screams desert-bred and, his rich umber pallette mimics that of Brennen's. Furthermore, a faint cologne of brine clings to his pelt though, Sylva's must attempts to mask it. Gaze darts between the two males as Jesper sizes up the situation. Aquamarine orbs finally lock with the clown's and, words slip through maw in a brusque tone. "I will never serve you, Morty. I will not cave to your deranged ways and, torture methods."
Whiskered muzzle draws into breast as Jesper awaits the previously stated repercussions if he did not accept the offer. Steady gaze shifts to meet the hazel eyes of the colt before stare hardens to challenge the younger male. Poll remains aloft with lobes poised to flatten against summit of neck. Thorax cavity resounds with the intense pulsing of his heart while chassis quivers with anticipation. Beneath physique, quad pillars lift and fall to lighten Jesper's stance and, prepare for evasive actions.
Onyx steed remains emotionless with Morty's next words. Features of facade do not betray a single thing while Jesper hones in on his words. Here goes, male thinks to himself as the clown begins. A smile begins to spread across features as Modicum attempts to persuade him with the promise of fun chaos brings and, the freedom to do as one pleases. Perhaps, if the two black equines had met in the Forest, back when Jesper was lost and, desperate, he would find this pitch more enticing. Alas, the Jesper that stands before him today is steadfast in his conviction to Brennen and, the morals of the Brotherhood. Wrong audience, Morty. He holds his smile as it is neither taunting nor, sheepish but, rather, labrums display pure entertainment in their curves. He processes the threat that follows before attention is drawn to the similarly built youth.
The colt's build screams desert-bred and, his rich umber pallette mimics that of Brennen's. Furthermore, a faint cologne of brine clings to his pelt though, Sylva's must attempts to mask it. Gaze darts between the two males as Jesper sizes up the situation. Aquamarine orbs finally lock with the clown's and, words slip through maw in a brusque tone. "I will never serve you, Morty. I will not cave to your deranged ways and, torture methods."
Whiskered muzzle draws into breast as Jesper awaits the previously stated repercussions if he did not accept the offer. Steady gaze shifts to meet the hazel eyes of the colt before stare hardens to challenge the younger male. Poll remains aloft with lobes poised to flatten against summit of neck. Thorax cavity resounds with the intense pulsing of his heart while chassis quivers with anticipation. Beneath physique, quad pillars lift and fall to lighten Jesper's stance and, prepare for evasive actions.
jesper
carnage x bethanie
@[Modicum Mortem] @[Drax]
OOC: Jesper is ready for an attack. Burn away, Drax!!