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"Laise," is the only answer he gives, directing a slight nod toward the faintly glowing pup, who has jumped to the side in another unconscious display of his innate ability. Briefly, Totem ponders what triggers the power. Strong emotion, perhaps, in this case excitement. The reddish markings are glowing faintly as well, though it is difficult to tell in the bright glare of the sun. If Totem possessed a more scientific mind, he might muse upon this correlation, or even experiment, but instead he simply accepts the fact and moves on. The pup, too, has moved on, forgetting his unnaturally quick dodge and cheerfully engaging Talbot in some game or another.
"Bonjour." The new voice prompts a glance from the bay, revealing that the buckskin has come sashaying back, though he has no idea why she is determined to waste his time. He supposes that she simply couldn't stand to be ignored, pathetically prancing back in a desperate attempt to garner their attention. Her neck arches in a way that could be considered elegant, while her tail lashes in the vain wish to be seductive.
She bores him.
Yet, something changes. Without warning, he finds himself drawn to the mare, the empty recesses of his mind suddenly filled by her. The sunny shade of her pelt, the inky darkness of her banners, the slenderness of her stature, it is all captivating. Utterly inconvenient, but captivating. This creature he had dismissed, almost forgotten even, suddenly claimed all of his attention, holding his fleeting interest in a way that is entirely out of character for the pale-maned stallion. Laise, sensing the sudden shift, pauses his playing and whines softly, concerned by the unexpected flood of emotion that comes pouring through their link, and also somewhat jealous. Why should Totem adore this mare? He is the one Totem is supposed to feel for, not some ugly nohorn. Growling, he advances, turquoise eyes full of anger. Totem is his.
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