The Aztec smothers a cough as the dry grass catches in her throat, and the orange of her eyes glistens as she snaps her penetrative gaze on the tobiano. The vixen is accustomed to the lust that toys with the simple minds of stallions, but the pegasus' sensual remarks catch her completely off guard. She curtly spins her striped hindquarters away from him, and unfurls her wings to show off their size. As much as the warrior desires to teach the grullo a lesson with her teeth, she settles for reprimanding him with her words, instead.
"I would watch myself. Not all of those who wander these lands are equipped to deal with the likes of you." Her warning brims with as much as danger as it does riddles, and the hybrid bares her whites in a shadowed grin. She refers to her patience when she says this, but it will be of no surprise to her if the ash-painted stallion were to take it another way. Let the wounded boy decipher her words as he sees fit; the volatile bird is more than prepared to deliver the consequences that he will earn from it.
A pair of dazzling ears snap back at the sound of an approaching figure. Content with her threat, Bellona sweeps her green tail across her hocks as she turns to meet the stranger. She has to swallow back the bile that rises in her throat as her eyes scan over the unicorn's shaggy hide. The Legatus. What the hell is he doing here?
The peahen twists her taunting smile into a disgusted sneer, and she is interrupted by a booming caterwaul as a retort is about to fall from her lips. A charcoal and porcelain hide streaks past her, stunning the brash mare into silence. Her feathers fan out in surprise at the newcomer's bold assault, and satisfaction pierces her red breast as she watches the two brutes engage each other. The vibrant creature cannot help but allow a look of admiration to dawn upon her face. Perhaps she is wrong to label the grullo as a pathetic waste of feathers. He is, after all, reacting to the unicorn as the maiden yearns to react to him herself. It's really too bad. I wanted to be the one to shut him up. Nevertheless, the Aztec snorts her approval to the charging pegasus.
Cold, attentive eyes watch the two brawling beasts as they each seek to gain the upper hand in their battle. She studies the pair of them for a while, wanting to take in all of the information that she can. Although her antagonistic tones do not permeate the air, the maiden is silently spurring the ashen bird on. Her admiration for his actions has faded, but she still follows his movements with a keen interest. He showcases a bold spirit as he battles, and even though he is injured and lacking in horns to fend off his opponent with, his determination is plain to see. Even though she is unimpressed with his flying -- and even more so by his charm -- that is certainly not the case in regards to his nerve. There is a warrior somewhere hidden beneath the layers of bravado and recklessness that make up this stallion, and she yearns to see him unleash it. Perhaps one day, when their conversation can go uninterrupted, the beauty can help him see that.
Folding her wings in to fit neatly at her sides, the chieftess leaves the two stallions to their own devices, choosing to delve further into the sun-dappled woods that make up the Threshold.
"blah blah blah." @[Gull]
{Bellona is out! Can't wait to thread more, with either of you!}
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