Can you please sit the fuck down?
The dark male is grazing with the least amount of regard to the dull gray stallion, giving a black shoulder to the other's cause. Sharp ears are listening but that is as much attention as he is willing to offer when the other quips up with the question of if Phynn should want to know his name. Th stallion swallows his last mouthful of grass in effort to respond with the single word of 'no' but with a bit of mild surprise, another stallion emerges before him.
Yellow eyes seem to float against the black canvas of his skull. The words stream like salt water pearls on a silver chair. The first rack of syllables are aimed at Phynn but the rest was towards the other granite male. A cooked smirk is toying across Phynn's lips and he makes no intention of dispelling it as the tawny winged male seems to know Phynn's alternate form- the hyena.
The dark stallion makes not move to speak to the ginger beast just yet, only eyes him closely (and perhaps a little admiration circling in the depths) as his hunger is temporarily forgotten. Lobes rotate between both the auburn and ashen males with obvious amusement glittering the hard stones of his eyes. But then a loudly painted boy is moving to chew off a bit of the conversation for his own. Phynn is grinning now with a small chuckle to hear the weighted words from the youth's lips.
My, my...this certainly was a twist on what was a boring evening!
The crack of tense neck bones seem to echo like a gunshot as Phynn now hears the first stallion speak again.The feral man is slightly perplexed by his retort. Was the ashen male suicidal? "Now gentlemen-" He begins with a small chuckle brimming just under his breath, "-what brings you all here today?" He is looking hard at them all with dancing eyes and a fixed grin that exposed the stained teeth of his mouth. "Also, if we're all to become the best of chums, I'm Phynn." Though the grin to pull upward sharply, the yellow eyes do not reflect the fooling nature of the unhinged stallion.
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