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01-06-2014, 06:21 AM
The quick bite brought the scent of blood into the air, a metallic taste in his mouth, an iron tang in his nose. Damn, he must've bit hard to break the skin so thoroughly—and at least it meant his jaw wasn't broken. They'd both survive, then, and maybe they'd learn something from their violent encounter. Or, the bitterness would just simmer and fester, spiral them deeper into hell; which mostly just applied to Silk. Parelia had simply defended herself against unwanted attention, much to Mauja's amusement, but prolonging the fight wasn't his idea of how to deal with the aftermath. It almost seemed like she wanted to, though. His voice had her turning to him, starting to say something but cutting herself short, changing her mind. He regarded her impassively, simply waiting to see what she would do. In the end, it seemed she decided to not retaliate. Instead she stepped away from him, the rustle of feathers touching his ears as she opened her wings. Well, wasn't that interesting. Somehow, he found himself wishing they'd both just take off and leave him to his apathy.
One of them did, though. Silk made an ugly face at Parelia before taking off, the wind of his wing-beats rustling Mauja's long mane. Graceful, yet ominous, the stallion disappeared into the sky, over the trees, going to some other place. Mauja didn't miss him. Silently he looked back to the mare. What now..? He felt dumb, and not particularly sociable, like someone had put a sack over his head and stilled his thoughts. He didn't particularly want to be around anyone, even if she was the more decent half of the company. Sighing, he gave his head a slight shake. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Parelia," he told her amiably enough, blue eyes some strange mixture between soft and depth-dead; flat. "Have a good day." And without further ado, Mauja began to walk away into the forest.
[ Up to you if Parelia will try to stop him or not. :P ]
