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09-07-2013, 08:01 PM
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the heart is deceitful above all things Almost expecting to hear a huff of displeasure from the girl, Osiris contains a ghostly smile upon his face. Amused, despite being utterly annoyed, this Yuri is the example of why the wolf does not get along well with women. In truth, however, the stallion had almost always been good with women, horrible with men. There is some theory that his gruff, exotic nature appealed to the mares in a couple of ways. First, they could experience a taboo relationship, befriending the wolf - how invigorating and exciting. Second, they placated their need to feel like a good being - befriending the weirdo. Comadre believed that many were attracted to the dark yet kind manners of his friend. Osiris, a shining knight hidden beneath strange armor, often jumped to aid those in need. His mouth would say cruel, unhappy, unfriendly, and annoyed words, but should a pack of rabid hyenas attack the small little mare, he would almost certainly be the first to aid her. Appearing so uninterested, so mean, Osiris honestly cared about the individuals he shared this land with. He even cared for those who would shun him for the odd appearance he possessed. A heart of gold, that is what attracted many, thought the dragon. Osiris was fairly sure his own assessment, not that of the dragon, was the one more correct. Still, an eye-roll follows as the enhanced hearing of the wolf captures the sound of tiny little hoofbeats snaking up behind him, a lithe frame parting grass. He does not turn his face, nor do his golden eyes glance in her direction. Yuri may as well have been talking to a wall, her voice earnest but almost placating. Osiris sighs finally, turning his head toward her. "Whatever issues you have with acting fake are none of my concern," baritone voice rich and smooth, with a strangely feral tint to each word. "The luxury of a pretty face - all it takes is a simple twist of words to change yourself." Speaking, authoritative like a teacher to a pupil, he almost sounds gentle. "However, a true flower need not change its petals to match their company." ...who can know it? </style> |
