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02-18-2013, 12:37 AM
 The little mare stands her ground, even as they stand alongside one another, and give her the option to flee - or at least, attempt to flee. Would they have let her wander away from them so easily, after they had specifically targeted her as a creature of interest? The brothers smiled knowingly to each other, while they often showed interest in things at random, sporadically changing their minds and only sometimes forming lasting attachments with souls that were not related to them, they could prove to be a nuisance to this unknown little mare - if she proved to be worthy of their attention. The tones that drip from her muzzle are coated in sarcasm, with layers of taunting, teasing songs interlaced with the feminine curl of her voice. Her answer is expected, of course, they did not think she would be so easy to unravel, to peel back those layers of tough outer shell and investigate what truly laid within her. The brother both feigned disappointment however, they did not rise to her game, rather, their ears each tilted backwards, their entire demeanour took on a clouded, misty feel. Their façade became serious, their body language clearly spoke that what she said was simply not acceptable. Had she failed their test? "Strange." Madyrn grunted, a small huff of air rushing from his nostrils as he did so. Eyes rolled to look at his brother's, who were rolling in their own sockets to meet his. "I had thought differently." Maskan provided the reason for their disappointment, an explanation behind why their moods had suddenly shifted. "It was no simple little mare that drew us here." Madyrn confirmed, as both brothers targeted the roan with their gazes once more. "However, if you insist that is all you are.." Maskan said with a shrug of his rugged shoulder, frame curling away from the gathered, the darkness of the trees nearby swallowing him with ease. Madyrn followed, his bulky mass moving so that his footfalls fell into the divots his brother imprinted upon the loam, their strides matched for pace and length. Both brother hesitated a step, leaning their muzzles over their shoulders, pointed at the mare, each of them adding in perfect harmonised synchrony; "We shall take our leave. larfsalot.deviantart.com |
