| Outcast |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.3HH :: 8 |
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Nero found it mostly amusing how delicate and submissive Myrrine appeared to be. He guessed she must be very young, and he wondered how she'd survived so long being so quick to bow to anyone's will. Perhaps it was easier here, perhaps showing strength only made others wish to take you down more, and appearing weak made them leave you alone. If that was the case, the spotted mare was smarter then she acted. But here, now, she didn't want Nero to leave her alone. No, she had deliberately sort him out, and it made the big stallion wonder why.
She might have no friends, he supposed, what with the whole ordeal about her foal. Even so, Nero thought it was a bit stupid to seek him out as company, or as a friend. He wasn't exactly the friendly type. That being said, he noted as she started to smile, he wasn't as nasty as he liked to make out. It was a bit of a shame he let that loose. Nero tried to grumble at himself mentally, but it was a half-hearted effort at best. He was secretly pleased she had caught on- not that he'd ever, ever acknowledge that, not even to himself. One ear pricked forwards as she began to speak, while the other dutifully stayed tucked against his neck, giving him an amusing appearance. He snorted loudly, both pins flicking back to their usual resting position. "You sound like you're advertising." He wanted to add he wasn't buying, but he guessed he sort of.. Was.
There was no real explanation for why he was still here, apart from indulging in the luscious grass that seemed to spread about Helovia. He supposed it was quite a "flourishing" place, not that he was going to say as much to the mare. Noticing her gaze on him, he forced himself not to move about, and instead tried to ignore her. Yes, he was ugly. No, he didn't think that gave her a right to stare. Her question caught him completely off guard and he started, jolting in place slightly while he turned his head to look at her. What on earth? "Why would you want to do that?" He asked, voice gruff, before he could stop himself. Why would she want to get closer to his dirty, dull frame.
He was a stallion of course, so his mind did jump to that. It had been some time (he was under-exaggerating- it had most definitely been years) since he'd last experienced that simple joy. It was actually fairly joyless, in his extremely limited experience. Still, the urge was often there, annoyingly reminding him of the reason why it was so hard to stay away from other horses. The natural act of procreation- not only the mating part, but the making babies part, making a family part. It was ingrained no matter how much he tried to ignore it. Cursing himself for even letting his mind linger to such thoughts, and hoping it didn't show on his expression, he returned his mustard glare to the young horse. His mind was trying to reason with him that it was practical to take her up on her offer. He knew it was just trying to trick him. With a huge sigh, the stag shook his head. "If you must." He murmured.
notes:: @Myrrine No worries!! Sorry i forgot to tag you!!
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