beware of me
When two people looking for trouble collide, it's almost never good. And Hound has a feeling things are about to get nasty. Although, she has to hand it to the stallion, he was not phased by her demands. She stands boldly in her place, staring up with a look of mild amusement. He dwarfs her, but that makes it all the more appealing to sass back. Mental notes are taken: his eyes are yellow, this is strange and possibly concerning for any normal equine. For Hound, it is thrilling. What the fuck is wrong with him that his eyes are such a shade? Perhaps he's dangerous. A shot of adrenaline surges through her body. Maybe, just maybe, she made a lovely choice in who to bother.
His voice matches his body, strong. Bold. As he speaks, her ears pivot backwards and lie flat on her neck. She exhales sharply, a noise that almost sounds like a hiss. In another life, Hound would've been the house cat who purposely knocks over your water cup and attacks you when you try to bend over and pick it up. Instead, she was just a bitch with absolutely nothing better to do than try to get herself killed.
"What a gentleman." Her words are low, but almost velvety. As snarky as she tries to be, words leaving her mouth almost always sound pleasing to the ear. It irritates her to no end, how she can sound so lovely when inside she is fuming and ugly. Lifting her left foreleg, she takes a very intentional step forward, shoving her hoof into the dry earth, pulling herself face-to-face with the stranger. "Well, one of us is going to need to move." She bares her teeth, pulling her lips back in a sick smile. Her walk in the woods had just become very interesting.
Hound
@[Phynn]
good call, if it does it again I just quit with this html