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The brute eyed her body, bringing his attention up to her face once again as she spoke. Lady like? Cierra scoffed, flaring her dark nostrils at the word, lady. She was far from. The red flecked dun closed what space there was lingering between the pair, livening the already some what speedy pace of her heart. What was she supposed to do now? She surely wasn't stepping back from this son of a bitch. The words slipped from the uninvited stallion's mouth, having a tone that was so unmistakably sinister.
"I said get the fuck away from me!" Her ears rose from her thick mane, but still flicked back in anger. She stamped her dark cloven hoof on the soft terrain, leaving only a soft thud; so completely not threatening sounding like she had hoped for. The unnamed brute was far too close, the needle-like end of the bone emerging from his forehead starting to intimidate the young mare.
His head, bowed back in a curious way, was further back from her body than his chest. The awkward position was not very threatening, though she supposed that if he were wanted to rear up and strike at her for some reason, he'd easily be able to. The thought of latching onto his exposed throat ran through her irate mind. This wouldn't be the smarted decision she decided after a little thought.
Roland's words were so obviously sarcastic that it kindled the dancing flame in her belly. The mare squealed and rose onto her back legs only a couple of feet from the soft ground, striking out with her front limbs as a warning, but not actually intending to hit the stallion. Her body was pulled back down by gravity and she took a step back, her nostrils flared again with long breaths.
Though her brain searched for a clever come back, she was completely stumped and had no intention of making a complete fool of herself. She was already in a bad enough situation. Her dark tail lashed back and forth steadily, chunks of mud flying off every once in a while and landing on the padded ground silently.
Status; Open, Roland
Ooc; I just had a good idea! Since these two obviously don't get along, we should make the real Roland and Cierra meet one time. She'd be all confused, haha. :)
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[O] [FINISHED] Search for seas of GOLD
