Can you please sit the fuck down?
Phynn, as pleasant as you please, was chewing at a small lump of greenery when a voice catches his attention. It was rather pissy and menacing. Yellow eyes roll in their sockets as he lifts his skull to look upon a mousy gray stallion with glaring eyes. If horses had brows, Phynn's would have quirked curiously as the other seemed to just be looking for trouble.
A low sigh follows after Phynn finished chewing the vegetation. Black lashes fall over the glittering yellow pools briefly before lifting. He is annoyed and does not hesitate to hide is as he snorts in a small chuckle. "Well perhaps you should go someplace a bit less populated...maybe the beach?" A smirk crawls over his lips after he punctuates the cool reply.
How absurd this stallion puffs out like a proud territorial cock. Phynn has simply been minding his own business and it is the other who seemed to exude a poisonous air. Phynn does not move from his place as he measures the other casually, calculating. In no way, shape, or form was Phynn seeking a random fight but the way the unnamed stallion strutted Phynn could see he felt like he had something to prove. With a blatant snort, Phynn drops his skull to continue his grazing.
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