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Our prince repulses as the little bastard colt pushes past him, his body gliding against the beloved brown wings upon his back. Enki shuffles his twisted legs awkwardly to distance himself from the ghastly colt, turning in time to see the white figure looming in a door way. His focus upon the boy with the glowing halter had veiled the sound of the approach from our hero, and now he stands, looking with a nasty expression toward both of them - the unicorn and the equine.
The whimper of a canine catches our beloved's ears for a moment, tugging the crumpled mass of his left ear forward, accompanied by the unmarred right. His gentle eye narrows to catch the outline of the pup in this dim light, noting with some care that he, she, or it seems to be injured and frightened. He can understand this cur's fear of the ice sculpture standing in one of the exits to the small little cove, an impressive figure. Our prince is not deceived that he is little threat to either of these equids - the gnarled form of his body is not meant for fighting. He could, perhaps, spike them with crystals or encase their legs, but it was not likely to stop them from harming the crotchety old gimp.
The frosty little prick's words send our hero into a rather expected annoyance. His ears tug back toward his skull, falling upon the mess of tangled black hair and twigs. He fluffs his feathered wings in contempt of those who entered his retreat, making the appendages and himself appear larger, more threatening. It would likely do little to stop them from trodding all over his escape, but our hero did not give in easily. The disfigured pegasus wears a sneer on his marred face meant for Mauja - Knox as well, though the git isn't looking - that cuts through the dark air almost as easily as the guttural growl that escapes his throat in the form of words.
"I have no interest in sharing things with the likes of you," our crippled prince's words echo off of the cavern walls. Contemptuous eyes glower at the unicorn king who stands like an ivory beacon in the doorway. For all of his beauty that reigned on the outside, Enki had a sinking suspicion he was a bastard, and for that, he had no interest in being kind. The foolish little boy was, on the other hand, seemingly enthralled by the outer beauty of the new guest. Stupid, completely stupid.
At the surprisingly deep tones of the colt, our prince lets out a scoff. His throat locks up with distaste of being tied together with that ice sculpture in the doorway. "What a fool you are," he sputters out finally, his voice curdling like an unhappy child. Oh, prince, don't let them get under your skin so soon.
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