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Actions | "Speech" | Thought
The stud raised an eyebrow at her terrified tone of voice as she spoke of things that might have scared away any normal beast. However, Tio was anything but normal, and her threats fell on deaf ears as the stallion did not move a single muscle. he gave her an appraising look as he sized up whether she actually meant it, and as he did so, she looked up at him with a look of awe in her eyes. A spark of amusement expressed itself in a small snort that caused his scarred nostrils to flutter.
Who are you...?
The question shocked the stallion into action as he shifted his weight off of one of his hind legs. He flicked his tail, which was hanging in a collection of wet clumps, against his hocks. This also served the purpose of wafting his scent towards her. The stud smelled of ash and sea salt. "My name is Catillatio. You may call me Tio, for short." His voice was soft, almost calming. The expression did not reach into his eyes, which where as infuriatingly unreadable as ever. He looked her up and down, knowing that she was a purebred of the same lineage he shared half of. They weren't related, he knew that much. He'd never seen her before, and knew that shortly after his birth, his father had been killed. She was a lot younger than him, and in any case, there were a lot of genetic strains out there that could lead to the beauty of this mare.
Movement came to his legs as he moved a little closer, circling around the trunk of the tree to stand beside her shoulder, facing the opposite direction. He paused in the motion to sniff her muzzle, and then run his nose along her neck until he had to turn his neck back to sniff along her spine. He was memorizing her scent as he gave her skin a number of gentle nips. He was a skilled charmer and hoped that the kindness would calm her down more. "I suppose you want to know where you are." He mused aloud, training one of his ears on her head so that he could catch her response. He didn't wait for it. "This is the worst time for travelling to a new land, I'm certain. Your family must be worried sick about you, but there's no one coming for you now. You have to be lost in order to find what can't be found. Welcome to Helovia."
He nickered the greeting, continuing to sniff and nibble at her body, pulling the hair of her coat back so that she would dry off quicker. It would not do for either of them if she caught a chill. He talked in between nips with his teeth, running his incisors against the grain of her hairs, lifting them up in tufts. It would look weird and mess up her beauty quite a bit for a while. She may not like that, but it was the practical thing to do. In doing so, he also gave her an up close and personal view of his muscular back and the dun markings and white brindle stripes that dripped against his sides and shoulders.
"Now, who are you, and where do you come from?" He asked after a moment of silence in which he concentrated on helping her dry off. The shelter that the tree provided was a bit cramped but they managed. It was easier for them both to get in out of the rain in the position he had chosen for them, so there was more than one reason as to why he had decided to take it upon himself to care for her at the moment. He only hoped she wouldn't mind.
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For Devil's Reject, Played by Devs <3
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