Gull's words and actions did little to quell the fire that blazed within her chest, her heart hammered like a war drum with each lick of flame that stoked within her. Her insides were a like a molten furnace, they threatened to erupt in another roar of anger.


She took his avoidance in stride, but not without a hiss of disappointment that she hadn't smacked that cocky, over confident attitude from the tobiano's face — she'd take the look of surprise as partial compensation for her efforts, however. Her wings spread to take her into the skies with ease, and she banked right to bring herself back towards Gaucho. The mare landed with a loud thud of hooves as she slowed to a stop beside him once more with her wings remaining stretched towards the sky.

The look of agitation and anger still etched into her marble like features.

all right dreambo-

"It's Neph, not dreamboat." The amazonian quipped, voice like a whip crack across Gull's own. She wouldn't of given him the benefit of knowing her name if it wasn't for that horrendous, utterly coltish and overly cheddar pet name he'd tacked on her.

Did he expect to follow her in such a manner and smooth talk her like she was some pretty filly, easily swayed with equally pretty words? Besides, what mare in all of Helovia actually fluttered her eyelashes at being called Dreamboat? The though provoked a loud disgusted snort from her. She was a warrioress of the Throat, it would take more than that to win her attention.
Disrespecting her Sultan was also not the way to go about it either.

Winner takes all

If Gaucho's voice hadn't beaten her own, as well as blocked her path, she would of tried to assault the offending stallion some more. She wasn't a piece of meat, and she certainly wasn't about to let him think he could put her ass as the prize for a fight. Instead, thick neck curved from behind Gaucho to gaze at Gull, molten gold and steely ice orbs drilling holes into him while a smirk invaded her velvet muzzle as another.

Neph would get her own vengeance on this vagabond, she would never let Gaucho or anyone else for that matter, settle her grievances for her. But, Gull had also incurred the fiery stallion's own wrath and she was a considerate warrior, it was only polite that Gaucho got to settle his first.

And by settle it first, she meant she would quite happily help him teach the heathen some manners.


A guttural snarl pulled from her throat, letting Gaucho know she was right behind him, ready and waiting to spring on him once more.