I never knew daylight could be so violent
It started off pretty perfectly. All she got for her simple greeting was an equally, if not more simple and gruff ‘hi’. That should have been where their interaction ended. The winged mare even lifted up a leg to move off. She didn’t need to stick around, there was nothing else either of them could say of any value. His tone matched hers and, perhaps, suggested he was equally as uninterested in a conversation as she was.
Her gaze had already slipped away, already dismissed him, when she turned and caught sight of a glowing mare approaching them. Well, the surprise of seeing someone who glowed certainly gave this mare the briefest of hesitations.
Something about this mare spoke of fire, of danger, but also warmth. Warring instincts flared within the pegasus but her ears flattened just slightly once the fire-mare spoke and she snorts in unison with the grunt that sounds from the stallion. This accidental, mild-comradery only causes discomfort - so perhaps their label as a sullen trio is correct.
Further attempts to extract herself from this growing group are halted by the arrival of another and now she shifts on her feet, instantly wary. Stumbling across one other in this woods is a coincidence and an unlucky one at that, but three others? Is it somehow the mating season here and this antlered stallion is sending off waves of pheromones to everyone in the area?
She’s in the middle of wondering whether she needs to make an excuse or whether she can just turn around and leave when the newest mare speaks in a friendly tone and it is met with harsh laughter from their male companion.
This reaction of his bothers the winged mare, though she’s not sure why. Although she also does not want company, she feels a strange sense of protectiveness over the other mares here. Not to mention his words just… baffle her. She takes them very literally, the subtleties of expressions often are lost on her and she doesn’t notice (or care to notice) any flicker of emotion in his eyes.
Were they supposed to somehow guess that he didn’t want company? He stayed put while they were all walking around, after all, and it’s not like the bulk of a horse - with wings, when you’re glowing, or even just as-is - is hard to miss even at night.
So she regards him for a moment, dark blue eyes narrowed and ears still flicked backwards before she speaks, her voice calm but laced with an edge. It’s a teasing voice, one she didn’t know she had. “You look like any other horse to me. But perhaps your ‘fuck off’ sign burnt out and we missed it.”
Once the words are out, they surprise her, but she does her best to keep it from showing. They don't need to know that she's still learning about herself, about what personality is hidden in the lost memories. Now she can say that, in addition to being stubborn, she's also a little bit of a bitch.
VASTRA
kastiel x nazaire, wanderer |
@[brunhilde]
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