The rain that had lashed at her pelt slowed until only a few stray scatters dripped meekly upon her face. Her eyes squinted into the sun, allowing her body to absorb the light, feeling it warm her pelt and draw the moisture from her skin. It felt good after the violent lashing she had been violated with, though it had been her choice to stand so bravely (or was it foolishly?) upon the cliff side during the brief, yet wicked, storm. The wind, still harsh and unforgiving, yet not quite so angry now that the sea had quelled it'd assault, clawed at her sides and threw her sodden mane back from her dainty face. The rats tails, thick and tangled from moisture, tangled about the branching crown atop her skull, draping down like grotesque vines or thick cobwebs. For once she ignored the hideous hairstyle, almost oblivious to the look that so often infuriated her. No, today she was deep in thought and her heart had swelled with the same rage that had corrupted the skies, she was angry at Alleo and his stupid face. His hurtful words and judgmental words haunted her, bothering her far more than they should. This land had no gentlemen, she decided. The knights here were frauds; they knew nothing about respect.

Yet as he eyes lifted up toward the sun, a shadow passed over her face. H moved swiftly over the skies and she turned just in time to see, and hear, a soft thud that was muffled by the water logged earth. She was, for a moment, extremely confused. The figure, with wide wings and a huge, muscular body, seemed to fall to the earth, flailing his legs as if caught by the very earth itself. Had he fallen? Turning, she raised her head, taking a step forwards and tilting her crown to the side in question, yet before she could ask if the stranger was okay, she realized he was, in fact, smiling.
The sands that trailed up from the beach onto the cliff clung to his drenched ebony pelt, glittering upon the dark canvas like faint, dying stars. His face seemed carefree, yet as he turned and realised she was there she felt the embarrassment resonate from him. Her own expression was somewhat blank - confused, she gawped at the rolling stallion who seemed to possess the spirit of a colt, yet as his words emerged she felt a small smile play on the corners of her lips.

"Well, better make it a bloody good day then, eh?" She replied simply. She stepped closer toward him with quick, dainty strides then threw herself down into the sandy dirt, rolling onto her back so that the granules could coat her own body with the same, dull glitter. Once satisfied with the dirt that masked her striped body, she rolled once more to face him, legs sprawled out. "You know, this isn't very dignified."She joked with a smile. She wasn't sure what exactly she was possessed by, but her rage at the men she had so far encountered seemed to dull with his prescence. He seemed to care free, so uncaring, that it made her want to be the same. Too long she had been a pampered process, as Alleo called her. So long she was expected to stay quiet unless spoken to, told she was worth nothing and should do nothing but stand and look pretty. She wanted to be something more.

Pushing herself back to her feet, she stood her head, feeling the tendrils of hair tangled in her horns. She pulled a face, though she didnt feel as though she needed to care about her appearance today. No, the storm had died and her upset had been vanquish, or at least temporarily locked away.today, she wouldn't care what others thought. Though, she was careful to avoid her classic sarcasm. It seemed the men of this land did not take kindly to a woman with sharp words. "So, who told you you are supposed to die? Personally, I'd rather it be a surprise." She commented, trying to shake the hair from her horns once more but giving up quickly as she let her canary eyes linger over his broad body.

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