[OPEN] Hurricane

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Diable Rouge noticed the young mare’s expression change as they stared at each other. What was once comical glee turned to an uncertain expression. Uncertain as to what? What he could do? Who he was? If he was good or evil? All probable answers to this question, but he didn’t intend to wait around wondering.
He turned, moving at a swift pace to his next destination. He didn’t know why he felt such a need to escape – was it because it had been so long since he’d had an interaction with a being other than himself? Was it because he didn’t even want to have a conversation, or that he was just scared to?
Rou felt a lump grow in his throat. He tried desperately to swallow it, but failed. Was he scared? It had been so long since he felt anything but numb, but now his mind was flooded with emotions. He heard the mare say something, flicking his ears back attentively.
“Where are you going?” She asked, making him stop suddenly. He glanced his right eye back at her, raising a brow questioningly. This must’ve set her off, because her face turned stone cold. “Don’t be so serious. Tell me your name.” She demanded.
The demand took Rou aback. No one had ever demanded anyone of him, let alone a mare. His nostrils flared in annoyance with this interrogation, he stood tall and tense. Why did it matter what his name was, or where he was going? She would leave, go somewhere safe, nd never think of him again anyways, so what was the point in telling her anything? Diable Rouge again turned, about to walk off, until the voice spoke again, easier this time.
“My name is Ellyse.”
Ellyse. Rou turned slowly to look at her once more. Ellyse – how fitting. The name screamed beauty and elegance, perfection even…all the things this mare was. Rou’s body relaxed, his orbs softened as he gazed at her. She was even more beautiful the second time around. He decided to speak, giving a conversation a chance for one.
“My name…” Diable Rouge stopped. His voice, he hadn’t heard it in so long. It was deep, but too rough sounding. He tried to ease it. “My name is Diable Rouge…” He muttered. “Rou, for short.” He pawed at that ground…he had never told anyone his nickname before. His mom called him Rou, saying that his name was too intimidating to be given to such a sweet colt. He sighed deeply, hoping maybe, just maybe, this horse wouldn’t be scared off too.