| Outcast |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.3HH :: 8 |
| Daisy |
12-03-2016, 06:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-03-2016, 06:33 PM by Nero.)
The small part inside of him which wasn't bitterness and loathing wanted to quake with fear at the sound of an approaching animal. Time had taught him that finding another horse meant nothing good; usually, pain. There was of course small exceptions to the rule but nearly every encounter he had with another ended up in some form of violence. Nero wasn't exceptionally brave, either, nor did he particularly relish fighting even if he was likely to win. He'd much rather avoid it. The big stallion started backing up, ears laid flat to his skull and nostrils flared. He wanted to yell out at whomever was approaching to not take one step closer- but his voice was locked in his throat.
When the figure did appear he relaxed minutely, pins flicking forward just a fraction. Even he couldn't be so sullen in the presence of a cute little foal. She was very interesting to look at, he thought, pumpkin-squash optics taking in her odd tail, colouring, and features. She almost looked like a deer rather then a horse, and some of the uneasiness that had left him returned. Could she be an illusion? Or some form of trickery? Perhaps she wasn't a foal after all... He took another step back, but more reluctantly this time. He wasn't really afraid, and there was nothing in his gut that warned him to be cautious of the oddly presented creature. Nero was, however, slightly concerned that such a young one was wandering about on her own. It'd be far to easily for her to get injured or lost.
The roan tried to dismiss it; it wasn't his business, and it wasn't his problem if she was in trouble. As much as he tried to muster up the will to turn and leave her there all alone, he just couldn't. Foals were the only things he could talk to without feeling unsure, uneasy, filled with hatred, and it had been a long time since he had been in the company with one. Gingerly the older horse stepped closer. His ears flickered forward at her quiet greeting, and any pretense of coldness dropped. Grumpy, he could still be, but mean? To such a sweet little foal? Not possible, unfortunately. His reply to that soft voice was a gruff snort. He couldn't quite remember how to speak without a snarl, and he guessed it'd be a good idea to work that out before he opened his mouth.
He twisted his tongue in his mouth and took a deep breath before replying to her question, thinking over what to say. "My name is Nero." Short and sweet was acceptable, surely. He did not have anything more to say. The stallion was amused to find his voice rough with disuse- had it really been that long? It would be a shock to him, when he realized it, to know he was now 8 summers gone. It had been a half year since he last conversed with someone in terms of actual language. At the filly's next question his eyes narrowed slightly."Child, how could you possibly help me?" He rumbled, before pausing and letting out a breath, his voice softening. "You are the one all alone, you must be more careful." Inwardly, he winced. He hoped that didn't sound too foreboding and scare her off.
He wasn't villainous, despite what he wanted others to think. He wanted nothing more then to be left alone, but first... He wanted to make sure Romina was alright. All of a sudden another horse entered the scene and Nero wanted to curse himself for being so stupid. He should have been paying more attention- now he was caught unaware. The big brutes face twisted in a snarl and once more his pins were against his neck, everything about his appearance screaming to leave him alone. He ignored her first comment quite obviously with a snort and an eyeroll, slowly stepping back. It then occurred to them she could be a danger to the foal, and he stopped in his tracks. Fuck. He caught her next sentence and became even more hostile. "It's far from it. Nero." He muttered out, quietly pleased that he'd managed to be somewhat polite in giving his name, while still remaining absolutely unwelcoming.
If he was a dog he'd have his hackles up but instead his head was just extended much like a snake, warning the mare to stay away lest he sinks his teeth in. Nero listened somewhat patiently, and at last when the female had finished, he replied. "I do not require your help, vixen, nor do I require your incessant chattering. I am simply trying to assure the foals safety." His voice held a little snarl and he glared at her sternly. She was pretty, he had to admit, but that meant nothing, except that she was likely more privileged then he. Her wings were extraordinary, and despite his distrust, he allowed his eyes to rest on them admiringly for a few moments.
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ooc//; That's a bit better. @Myrrine @Romina
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