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GULL
trouble just grew wings
When the roan male steps closer, you can feel the adrenaline surge into your veins, can feel the nearly tangible thrum of the air between you. There’s going to be a fight here; you can feel it. Your muscles tense, and you begin seriously sizing up the competition. But just as you’re eying his wingspan, dark feathers drop, and the stallion turns his head to address the mare behind him. Before you can get in so much as an, “excuse me, miss, is he bothering you?” the accusations are flying. The stranger’s barely said ten words to you, and already he’s assaulting your character, claiming that you’re here for a little loving and leaving! If you weren’t already incensed, in retrospect you might have found this funny. The stallion who obviously finds you such a threat has no idea that you’re not who he thinks you are—not yet anyway. You wouldn’t know, would you? It’s a little hard to be a player when you haven’t exactly…played. But in the heat of the moment, you’re too offended to be flattered, or even amused. Here you were, enjoying a sunny day at the beach, until this jerk decided to drop out of the sky and ruin everything. Honestly, it’s your opinion that he’s just mad that he didn’t get to her first.
Fortunately for you, before you have time to spit that last bit out, the mare is speaking, clearly horrified at Dalibor’s (for that’s what she calls him) crude implications. A wiser stallion would have jumped at this opportunity, would have turned on the charm and oozed innocence, but you’re neither wise nor charming. You’re hotheaded, and Dalibor just took the fast track to pushing every last one of your buttons. Even as the mare rebukes him, you are not appeased—there is no room in your heart even for cold satisfaction to come creeping in. Even as Dalibor seems to deflate and verbally concedes to you, there is no room for triumph. Even as he begins to walk away, you cannot find it in yourself to let him go. You want to strike at him, to make him feel the sting of your wounded pride.
“HEY!” you yell, thundering down the beach after him, “Don’t think you can talk that way to ME!”
@[Dalibor]
OOC: Tagging Dalibor to see if he wants to respond! Don’t want to keep you if he’s out, but it’d be terribly out of character for Gull to let that one go XD
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