The cool air was welcome now as tensions grew and heat eclipsed each creature with a fiery need. For Leander, mentions of home lit arrogance in his throat and brought pride to the golden spheres decorating his massive skull. For Ricochet, unnamed desires coated his chords with tender cajolery and wracked his body with anxious contempt. The mare had bitten her tongue, bitter and abashed by both queries; her eyes wild with fascination and curiosity. For every word uttered came the cruelest of satisfaction for the shade, her frozen heart beating for conflict with no real desire for resolution. If any real knowledge had crossed her mind after entertaining the two beasts for what seemed an eternity, she was certainly aware of the obvious difference between species. This was one of the deciding factors that the little shadowed sinner had considered as default, Equine or Pegasus. Her basic nature spoke to the realistic norms of all she had ever known and Ricochet, however presuming, had taken this advantage.

“Wise is such a common term to refer to in such a predicament, considering the wide berth of meaning behind such a word. What should or could be wise to you could prove otherwise to myself.” Her tongue was sharp with an acrid taste of cool derision because she was growing tired of attending such a mediocre conversation about worth and privilege. Bring forth the flames of hell and she would happily reside if no such banter were present. Her attention was momentarily swollen with newly piqued interest as the younger male began to rattle once more. She could barely comprehend his words though because she was now enthralled with his youthful allure. Perhaps she was tainted with thoughts of disillusionment, but as social order would reveal, appearances were enough to sway an unkempt ardor in such a wolfish creature. “I think I’ve heard quite enough about the victories of the Throat and the lack of such in the Foothills. I’m quite tempted by your offer sweet Leander, but I fear I’ve no compassion for your likes.”

She was about to commit to more woeful apologies when she was interrupted by yet another unintended guest. Her eyes had grown with surprise and her lips tightened with irritation at the thought of prolonging such a situation. She was growing weary and annoyed, her shoulders moving forward in defense as the mare joined the trio. She was a pale adaptation of Insanity herself, a small creature dwarfed by the two beasts in a way that made her appear inferior. However, her tones were rapt with pure disdain and perhaps a bit of arrogance in the way that she addressed her raven counterpart. Insanity had reacted as any ill-natured mortal could, her features laden with amusement and disregard. “My dear, I find solace in the company of the dominant sex. Aside from your bold approach, I find that your company here is not valued. But this does not exempt me from appreciating your attuned interest in the sisterhood of the gender. Do not misinterpret my advance as insolence, but mere accustomed habit, too ingrained to reverse so late in life.”

She regretted her brash approach but her nerves had been touched with electric impatience. She was anxious to free herself of such emotion and leave the Threshold for bigger and better beginnings. Her voice boiled in her gut now, once again faced with the former continuation of debate with the two males. Her lips were dry and tight, her eyes strained with weary irrelevance to prior perceptions of herself. No longer did she wish to please anyone other than her saintly aspirations and with mild aggression spoke to the young stallion. “If you should so wish my company, then you should escort me to the Foothills, no doubt some form of inauguration will await us and I find I am eager to be rid of such frozen climates.” The smile that graced her lips was maddening, almost sickening in the way that she invited him to her side. “I’d be more than obliging to enlighten you on the concepts of my prior residence, if you should so truly desire, though your interest may only be piqued by the competitive nature of your sex.”

No matter her harsh words, she knew that the young equine would be satisfied with her response. Away from the Threshold she would follow him, curious to the company he should provide. She tossed her head, eager to rid the growing sense of cold that now overwhelmed her aging bones. “Lead the way.” She was growing partial to this Ricochet and she only hoped that he had kept her interests in mind when suggesting she take refuge in the Foothills. The sinner was ready to accept her dark fate, all preconceptions aside.
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Ooc; Sorry guys, I was trying to finish up before I had to work all weekend. :/ I hope this was okay.