His deep gray eyes flicked back to the mare. She had the look of annoyance glazing over her eyes as he spoke, and at that he shut his mouth. If the fair lady wants to play a bitch, she just met the king of ass holes. His eyes would cut to the corners of his sockets as she would speak to listen to what the mare had to say. How sweet of her to introduce her self...not. Her words did not bother the stag though he simply ignored what she spoke. He walked over to a large rock picking the material up with his demonic horns and throwing it into the woods. His patience wears thin with a ornery woman letting his anger build up. He found a way to release it by throwing the stones instead of rolling them now. He found this to be much quicker due to placing them between his towering horns and chucking them away. Then his eyes caught the mare helping... Hmm so she will help him clean up a fire pit, but wont tell her name. She looked sour about the whole thing, her expressions were clear she truly did not want to be here. That was not his problem, some how raging bitches always found their way to him.. he was never the seeker of them. As far as he was concerned if she was going to bitch she can turn her pretty ass around and go right back the way she came.

The stones were now getting to the point to where there was only about five left and his large skull stopped for a second to look over the dainty creature. She held antlers on her refined skull, with long weeping hair christening the ground below her. Her words were never sweet, always bitter and stabbing into receiver. They cut into his ears live blades, but his pail eyes just gazed into hers with a cold feeling. They looked as if he were dead holding a postmortem feel at all times. They even had the gray tint a dead bodies eyes would get, they never sparkled nor reflected any light. They were hazy listening to what the sour little mare had to say next. She questioned in aggravation how he made it, but would he really take the time to explain? She wouldn't care anyways, then she asked about magic. Oh how this little mare was funny, if he even had magic he would find a way to not have to use it. He liked doing stuff for himself. His onyx forelock felling his eyes giving a ghostly feel to the stag as his Latin twisted words sunk from his mouth. " No, I made it my self with out magic. Metal stricken hard enough against rock will create sparks that will start a fire. " His words were simple and not too strung out. He simply answered her question and that is it. Then he got a little bug up his ass and asked her " Soo you seem so ecstatic to be near me, but what is your name? " He called her out in an easing way so she knows he sees that she is annoyed, but his tones were not sharp with her.

@Enna