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 Moments after she gets there Abishia has only a second or two to speak before a stallion comes plodding toward them. His jade eyes are like a swirling fire – a furious emerald shine glows at them as he stomps the ground. A plume of curled dust rises and dissipates, all the while Tangere’s dark mocha eyes stay with the weirdly aggressive stallion. She doesn’t answer Abishia, but lets the filly utter a greeting. Perhaps it’s her youth and innocence, or lack of experience, but this stallion is clearly not being casual. He’s being fucking strange. And has some sort of maniacal look on his face. Tangere’s lip quirks like an aggravated canine. She isn’t quite pleased with his weird barging in – not exactly chill with his less than friendly introduction. The silver marbled mare snorts and lashes for him, her mouth snapping at air. She is fully prepared to tussle, win or lose, if he lunges back. She leaves the air with that last propulsion, turning her attention now to the approaching paint mare. Friends. Tangere digests the word and tilts her head curiously, remaining silent while Abishia growls a response to the mare’s displeased approach. The dark eyed sabino nods to Kahlua, but utters no words. Tang’s eyes refocus on the stallion. She’s oddly put off by his behavior and singles him out. She is young, spry and quite new to the world of aggression. She’s got many lessons to learn – perhaps her newest is coming up very very soon. She doesn’t go for him again, only waits, flicking and splashing her tail wildly, watching and waiting. CARS CAREENING FROM THE CLOUDS BRIDGES BURST AND TWIST AROUND.. AND WANTING SOMETHING WARM AND MOVING |
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