The brindle stallion's verbal fumble made something in the painted stallion perk, an internal interest; snared. Of course he had no plans to be harmful, or even deceitful, but for some reason even the most simple social interactions are laced in something a little more sinister, with him. It's a behavior he's nurtured since he was a boy and now it is part of him, a dog. Hungry, determined, playful. Their conversation quickly morphs, to Chem's further delight, “Gale.” he repeats with a long slither in his deep voice. He nods, as if he's a polite man, “Pleasure.” his eyes rove over the other stallion's wings, legs, and then back to his face. The wind is not helpful in finding a scent on his fur, or perhaps he travels so much he smells like nothing, the taller stallion cannot tell. His home? The painted male flips his ears upward, blinking those big eyes down to his new acquaintance. “Are they now?” he grins with half of his mouth, laughing warmly (which isn't like him, but he's honestly a little touched). “I'd love to see this sea - those are warm water colors.” c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
Gale (:
