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12-24-2013, 01:01 AM
For the moments that Dahlia finds herself alone and she is only comforted by the silence that the forest provides. It remains unbroken for just a brief amount of time before the sudden reverberation of havoc play against the serenity. It’s ultimately the sound of his hooves slamming into the ground that quickly catch the brunt of her attention and while she feels curiosity ignite in her hardened stare as they shift, ears pricked forward as the muscles in her neck extend, attempting to peer through the thicket, lashes batting away the droplets of rain as they threaten to deter her chances of vision. The feral strands of hair that drape from her arched tail flick to the side tediously, his figure suddenly begins to appear from the shadows of the foliage and immediately her body reacts and it yields caution. It partakes in a natural aggression that causes her blood to boil over, an issue she has fought since birth. The mare grows even more tense with every step that he makes, nostrils flaring with agitation before turning swiftly in preparation to stare down the stallion who dared approach in such a manor. It’s as Ricochet comes to a stop that she feels the muscles in her shoulders loosen, and she peers at him with a hellish gawk, judgemental - unsure what to think of the buckskin stallion. “Foolish man,” a disgruntled murmur, feeling a brief and overwhelming emotion of distrust, though she captures the sincerity that lingers in the depths of his own teal eyes and takes note of it. A beast would not express any signs of compassion, now would they? It’s a disheveled snort that’s offered as her right foreleg stamps down into the mud. “I suppose it’s alright, though,” an attempt to perhaps burry the hatchet, feeling herself unwind, just slightly. “I haven’t met anyone, you’re the first,” the mention of a … dog… is something she’s never heard of - though - so was this place. There were firsts for everything and she was still young. “For someone who’s never been in Helovia, what should I know?” perhaps her own way of answering, though she is eager to learn and such a thing is clear. She knows absolutely nothing of this place or what secrets it hides.
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