paint it black; teal

[Lior]

dark son of gunsynd

Was it wrong to feel as satisfaction to have startled her? To hear the sound of her teeth clacking together? Lior should have felt bad but he didn't...in his own defense he is a lot more accommodating to this mare than he was with anyone. (Lior will chock this up to her disabilities later on.) The stallion moves his hind end around so he face the silent harpy with a scrutinizing eye. His hip stung and remained darkened by spit and blood that barely creases the surface of the small wound. But what really throws him off was the over sized smile and laugh that follows. Lior stands flabbergasted by this strange mare as she carries on. Truthfully the sound of it comes out in whistles and sharp brays and Lior can not help the quirk of his own smirk at this but the stallion soon realizes the other is deaf for no one who could hear would laugh in such raw and open fashion. The realization of her deafness dawns on him like first mornings light. The irritability in his chest and grit of his jaw relax when he begins to understand her. This little deaf and blind mare. This little bumbling innocent. Silver eyes watch her cautiously as this little mare also had quite a bite (according to his own precious rear end). Lior witnesses the change though...and if he were compassionate, his heart would have simply broken in two at the sudden terror that washes over her features. The blind eyes look desperately as her nostrils are wide and pink, prodding for him. Lior hesitates only a moment before he moves to near the woman and reaches out with his own dark lips to press a muzzle against the base of her neck with a reassuring pressure. "I'm here, little mare." His voice is low as he talks more so to himself than to her. A warm breath exhales against her skin in effort to remove the frightened features that threaten to collapse the mare. LIOR