If the young mare spoke back to him, greeting him in his own tongue and a faint look of surprised washed over the chiseled features of the Warrior. Another one who spoke, or at least comprehended his language? The surprised vanished as quickly as it had appeared when the mare snorted, and a mild look of annoyance bristled on his death marked face instead.

Who was she to snort at him? Unable to help himself, he gave her a much rougher snort in return.


'Es Evazhaan'

Ears pinned back and chest muscled tensed as the mare tried to make him move, she would be sorely disappointed if the stallion would move out of her way because she said so. Instead, he stood there like a great wall until the mare had crashed into him and made it past him, followed with an irritated and angered snap from the larger of the two aimed towards her back end.

Draevo could handle attitude, and a part of him liked that this mare had fire in her belly and in her eyes, it was a quality he wasn't used to when it had come to many of the mares he had known. It intrigued him as much as it annoyed him, that the smaller of the two had expected him to bow out of the way like he was beneath her. Wings ruffled and neck muscles bulging, he had swung his frame around to walk after her when she had stopped and spoke once more.

"Vos." Came his grunted reply, what was he? a maid? Sent out to retrieve the daughter that had slipped away. That was their problem, not his, if they could not keep their daughter from giving in to flights of fancy, they would deal with the consequences themselves. "Ahna vos jano." Bright blue orbs stared at her with his words, he was no dog that heeled and ran when ordered, that was plain to see. After a moment, he turned his thick neck away to stare at the beach for a second before they returned to the spitfire of a mare he had just met. "Want freedom, tired of being kept in throat. Joined to be warrior, not sit on island."


After a moment of silence, the stallion grew uncomfortable, he had never been one for much conversation, preferring to keep things short and simple. However, he forced himself to speak and with it rumbled out a breath. "Yer want freedom too?"


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Vos - No
Ahna Vos Jano - I am no dog.
Yer - you