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12-28-2014, 03:55 AM
Why did every mare in this frozen hell have to be a little more than a bit of a bitch. Hearing a spitting comment come rolling in from behind him the gold only takes a deep breath. He knows that voice. Turning his head to see her clearly the gold watches the mare join them. The comment of the visiting mare forgotten. So much for getting a little happiness out of this screwed day. Lowering his ears back and twitching his tassled tail the gold says nothing, but watches the girls talk among themselves. There is something, almost hungry in that dark mare’s eyes. The gold is not sure of it, but there seemed to be so much more in that look. Clearly, the gold was not the prize here. Not that he cared. As sharp as the bitch’s accusation was, he was not a man leaning to lusts. A petting of his ego was always nice, but there were far more in the Basin who deserved such strict words. Honestly, he hadn’t exactly asked her for a night cap.
In fact the gold was actually ready to head on. It seemed the pair got along quiet well without him, and if they did fine. Let the dark mare gain the victory of a recruit, the gold did not care. He no longer had anything (even if it had been as small as a pet) to gain from this. That was, until the visitor mentioned a curious little subject. Alliances were not usually something visitors were privy to know about. She most certainly knew more than she let on and which made the situation ever more tense. It took the gold’s skill not to let his attention show. Harks kept down and eyes listlessly rested on her. That loud mouth flirt beside him better keep her trap shut and recognize the danger in an outcast knowing the politics of their herds. Though, in honestly the gold knew she wouldn’t, so best try and get some damage control up here. “The peace of this realm, we believe, requires all of Helovia.” It was a lie, but it was one which the leads had clearly stated was their goal. For now, until he decided it was time to rock the boat that also was his goal. The golden lifts his head slightly. “What favor do you ask?” Though, standing on that side of the fence, she was unlikely to get it. Unless the black bitch had more to add.
OOC :: @[Fable] @[Rhiannon]
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