a bright and dangerous spark
Cheri had come to the spot where the stream wound through the Forest before, on a merry day where Anubias the stallion had met her and given her company. She stops there again on her long journey home, weary already though she’s flown a short distance from whence she came. The Forest, unlike its counterparts the Meadow and Field, was no place for a winged horse to stretch her feathers and flap about, so Cheri arrived upon the two equines at the very end of the scathing torment Obscene had begun to unleash. She only heard this: ...drinking mud? Perhaps you should have a taste.” Before she rounded the bend of the treeline and saw who it was that gave such a heated threat.
“Obscene.” Cheri hissed, even then the sound was lovely. Her ears had turned down in acrid distaste of the tone she’d caught him using, but there was very little that could mar the expression of a budding immortal mare. Especially one like Cheri. “I hope you have a reason for sounding so utterly disgusting.”
If he thought she would give him space he was wrong: Cheri made an obvious display of her anger as she approached the two, making no effort on her part to distance herself from the black and his spot on the creek’s banks. He could dislodge himself any time he liked. Her eyes, vibrant with green electricity, sparked with animosity when they ran across his handsome visage. “Fuck off.” She thought, and she honestly hoped he could read between the lines of her frown.
“Ignore him if he’s bothering you.” Cheri assumed as she turned her attention toward the mare knee-deep in water. “I wouldn’t allow him to lay a hoof on you, believe me.” The blanket appy mare tried her best to smile through the bile rising in her throat as Obscene’s scent permeated the air around her. “Cheri.” She introduced herself, deftly pretending as if the gold-streaked stallion had simply disappeared off the face of the earth altogether.
“Obscene.” Cheri hissed, even then the sound was lovely. Her ears had turned down in acrid distaste of the tone she’d caught him using, but there was very little that could mar the expression of a budding immortal mare. Especially one like Cheri. “I hope you have a reason for sounding so utterly disgusting.”
If he thought she would give him space he was wrong: Cheri made an obvious display of her anger as she approached the two, making no effort on her part to distance herself from the black and his spot on the creek’s banks. He could dislodge himself any time he liked. Her eyes, vibrant with green electricity, sparked with animosity when they ran across his handsome visage. “Fuck off.” She thought, and she honestly hoped he could read between the lines of her frown.
“Ignore him if he’s bothering you.” Cheri assumed as she turned her attention toward the mare knee-deep in water. “I wouldn’t allow him to lay a hoof on you, believe me.” The blanket appy mare tried her best to smile through the bile rising in her throat as Obscene’s scent permeated the air around her. “Cheri.” She introduced herself, deftly pretending as if the gold-streaked stallion had simply disappeared off the face of the earth altogether.
@Obscene
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