The red beast appears daunting, seeming to smile as it notices Colt’s hesitation. Annoyed that she was providing the reptilian familiar satisfaction for her fear, she attempts to trump it with a face of petty distaste. Her face shows no more fear, only interest and admiration for the boy and his earth shifting magic. It was peculiar, yes, but also oh so useful. She will have him, raise him as a child of the Empire, and train him to best his opponents, to kill quickly and cleanly, to dominate those who opposed him. Excitement, a rare thing Colt was unfamiliar to, bubbled within her bodice as she eyes the smoky boy with steel sights locked on, target acquired. She would be leaving here with him, whether it is willingly or forcefully, a childe born of earthen magic would be a perfect addition to her growing empire. "Oh but if you could craft a wall with that magic of yours, it could easily block whatever is thrown at you," a smirk crawls across dark ebony features, iron orbs surveying the child’s expressions. "If you’re interested, I have a special place for talented equines like you." Her words quicken at the approach of an alabaster stranger, one with a barren back but horned brow. Angered that her window of opportunity is closing, she almost kicks another rock towards the head of the stag out of frustration, but decides that’s a poor idea. This stranger could have any range of magic, and not to mention the two owls that fly with him. She doesn’t want to be pecked to death. "But you can’t tell anyone that I gave you this offer, okay?" The last word slips from her lips just as the frost horned stallion is upon them, taking notice of the tension of the child’s body as the man arrives.

From the way the shaded boy speaks, he has encountered this man before. He speaks of revenge, Colt’s eyes jumping to the speckled stallion and then to his avian familiars in the sky above them, her own body growing tense, forehoof discreetly pushing a few rocks forward in case she needs them. She could probably take out at least one of those birds, if the kid or his dragon didn’t get to them first. Her eyes settle on the stallion then, wondering if she could take him on. He’s tall, thick, his face is stone cold. She often hid her emotion behind a wall of blank expression while her thoughts roamed wildly and her hatred for most grew bigger. Maybe the stallion did the same, or he was purely incapable of feeling, like a vegetable. Colt’s feelings towards the vegetable man were sour, her hatred for the twig heads welling up inside as she finds herself in the presence of one.
"TALK TALK TALK"
@[Mauja] && @[Volterra]