Tiberios
I can see the fire's still alight
Tiberios was only waiting for the other horse to disappear. Instead, he listened to the sound of hooves trampling dry leaves and a body making its way through the tangled web of the forest. The tread sounded light to him; it’d been years since Tib had relied on sense and situation alone but once upon a time he had been a warrior, more than that he’d been the subject of a good maiming. Some habits never died, even if the body did. “Light tread, light voice.” He thought of the stranger, ears tipped curiously in her direction as the brightly-colored mare strode past the sentry trees to confront him … obediently.
What an odd bird! Who assumes the worst of another horse and then defies logic to greet them anyways? Tiberios observed her silently, half-amused and half in disbelief at the way she spoke. Monster? Him a monster? “Laughable, but she’s serious.” He scoffed inwardly.
“Why would you approach a monster in the first place?” He shoots back at her in the dark, his tone as perplexed as his expression gives away. Even if he wasn’t this so-called creature she claimed him to be, why would any mare risk the chance of being hunted down by a stranger in the woods, at night? “Either she’s stronger than she looks,” Tiberios assessed her glow, the flickering insects circling her, and her mannerisms with a half-smile, “or she’s delusional.”
He considered the second option as the most logical.
“Brunhilde.” He shook his mane and stretched the stiff side of his neck, amused that he’d thought she might’ve been a threat lurking in the shadows. “Are you purposefully naive or just out of your head?” He wondered aloud, sighing. “I’m no monster, and I find it hard to believe you’ve ever faced one before.”
What an odd bird! Who assumes the worst of another horse and then defies logic to greet them anyways? Tiberios observed her silently, half-amused and half in disbelief at the way she spoke. Monster? Him a monster? “Laughable, but she’s serious.” He scoffed inwardly.
“Why would you approach a monster in the first place?” He shoots back at her in the dark, his tone as perplexed as his expression gives away. Even if he wasn’t this so-called creature she claimed him to be, why would any mare risk the chance of being hunted down by a stranger in the woods, at night? “Either she’s stronger than she looks,” Tiberios assessed her glow, the flickering insects circling her, and her mannerisms with a half-smile, “or she’s delusional.”
He considered the second option as the most logical.
“Brunhilde.” He shook his mane and stretched the stiff side of his neck, amused that he’d thought she might’ve been a threat lurking in the shadows. “Are you purposefully naive or just out of your head?” He wondered aloud, sighing. “I’m no monster, and I find it hard to believe you’ve ever faced one before.”
@[brunhilde]