07-29-2016, 03:04 PM
Mostly he is afraid he will insult her with his presence, thus he pulls away. The scent that permeates around him is not a pleasant one, it never had been either, not even before he had been tampered with. Fart was used to accommodating others in this manner, it had saved him from much humiliation and even more physical assault he was sure. Most horses didn’t stink so bad and the ones that did, well, it was quite apparent they did not take very good care of themselves. That wasn't the case with Fart though, it wasn’t that he was dirty at all, he kept fairly clean- he just could not rid himself of the smell. It was both a curse and a blessing. A curse because it left him in solitude, ill equipped for social interactions and awkward in company at best. A blessing because when he had been Magicked away the gift had been used to his advantage, refined, and then given to him to keep as defense of sorts.
He watches her carefully for signs of discomfort, a wrinkled nose, a furrowed brow. There was always something to tell him that he was too close and there were not always obvious displays, some were more subtle indicators. He was sure to notice the signs and he would quickly make himself scarce if need be. Instead of displaying displeasure with his scent she looks a bit, sullen perhaps? The mare’s eyes find the ground and he himself was accustomed to looking at it most of the time, his own muddy brown eyes follow suit. Maybe he should have kept them there, avoided eye contact that had led her over in the first place. If he pretended to be invisible sometimes he remained that way to others.
There is nothing of interest there on the ground, save his own smooth hooves and then her, claws? The roan stallion wasn’t expecting that, what a curious appendage to have as a horse. Once he had had his own strange parts, wings with sharp edges for one, the likes of which he had not encountered since. He tilts his head slightly at the sight, unsure of how they had gotten there, maybe a fairy tinkered with her once as well. Maybe she just wanted him to see her feet and if he had his own fancy ones he might have done the same. There is nothing fancy about him though, he is terribly plain really, unless you counted his disfigurements and he surely did not. When he looks up again to tell her they are nice indeed she is smiling and he does not know at all what for. Nice to meet you, more kind words and they are not lost on his limey colored ears.
“Nice too,” he speaks nodding his hairless head, “those are nice too, yes.” It is as though he is agreeing with something she had said. Maybe he stares too hard, almost unhearing of what else she has to say but he gently shakes himself to wake up from the daze. “From here? Yes, sort of. Here but no where, I kind of just keep out of the way you know?” Yes, that was the truth of it, he went where he could and when he was no longer welcome he moved on. “You, um, live here too?” He asks but he hadn’t noticed her around if she did, maybe she was a good hider, better than him. If so he would have to ask for tips, it would be rather useful to know those sort of tricks.
He watches her carefully for signs of discomfort, a wrinkled nose, a furrowed brow. There was always something to tell him that he was too close and there were not always obvious displays, some were more subtle indicators. He was sure to notice the signs and he would quickly make himself scarce if need be. Instead of displaying displeasure with his scent she looks a bit, sullen perhaps? The mare’s eyes find the ground and he himself was accustomed to looking at it most of the time, his own muddy brown eyes follow suit. Maybe he should have kept them there, avoided eye contact that had led her over in the first place. If he pretended to be invisible sometimes he remained that way to others.
There is nothing of interest there on the ground, save his own smooth hooves and then her, claws? The roan stallion wasn’t expecting that, what a curious appendage to have as a horse. Once he had had his own strange parts, wings with sharp edges for one, the likes of which he had not encountered since. He tilts his head slightly at the sight, unsure of how they had gotten there, maybe a fairy tinkered with her once as well. Maybe she just wanted him to see her feet and if he had his own fancy ones he might have done the same. There is nothing fancy about him though, he is terribly plain really, unless you counted his disfigurements and he surely did not. When he looks up again to tell her they are nice indeed she is smiling and he does not know at all what for. Nice to meet you, more kind words and they are not lost on his limey colored ears.
“Nice too,” he speaks nodding his hairless head, “those are nice too, yes.” It is as though he is agreeing with something she had said. Maybe he stares too hard, almost unhearing of what else she has to say but he gently shakes himself to wake up from the daze. “From here? Yes, sort of. Here but no where, I kind of just keep out of the way you know?” Yes, that was the truth of it, he went where he could and when he was no longer welcome he moved on. “You, um, live here too?” He asks but he hadn’t noticed her around if she did, maybe she was a good hider, better than him. If so he would have to ask for tips, it would be rather useful to know those sort of tricks.
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