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[Iron]

Iron the panther loved napping.

Iron the stallion, not so much but considering that he spent most of his time in panther shape… naps had become his best friend in lieu of his sister.

Back to the situation that has quickly escalated!

The panther discovers that the flower crown has been unraveled and now leveled at his throat where a noticeably sizable gulp is being swallowed. Iron has never faced a threat like this before. Isn’t quite sure what to make of the sudden menace as the grass flattens all around him to further expose what was never truly hiding in the first place.

His yellow eyes narrow in consternation as he keeps his gaze locked on what was once so beautiful and benign. Could stems and grass really cut his throat? Maybe, but he’s not willing to test that theory out because he’s not particularly keen on looking like a black pincushion full of dangerous green needles. Gods, he knew roses had thorns but this was something else altogether! He’d never look at a flower in the same fashion again. Not without picturing them being cannily wielded like wicked little stilettos against his throat…

Finally he mustered enough courage to take his eyes off the flimsy but somehow convincing blades of grass to look at her face. Okay, she’s grumpy… maybe she didn’t get her nap today. The mere thought almost makes his mouth curl up in a lazy smile but he holds it back - probably not the best time to be smiling as she sends the grass hurtling away from them in a little temper tantrum that was actually kind of cute to see. “Well…” he began but she blazes on. Definitely pissed off. He just couldn’t divine if it was at him or at herself too. Probably both, he surmised and further tried to keep from smiling.

“I suppose I am,” he answers smoothly, raising one paw to his mouth to give it a couple of quick swipes. If she wanted him to play the cat than he could and would. “Why wouldn’t you be surprised?” It is enough to make him drop the act for a moment and shift back into a stallion still sitting on his painted rump in the midst of the flattened grass. Iron can sometimes forget to control his shape, like his curiosity at the fact that she isn’t the least bit surprised since he’d never intended to surprise her at all. He’d just been panther so long that he forgets he is something other than that too, like a horse.

For a moment, a look of hurt crosses his face but vanishes. “I thought what you were doing with the flower crown in the air was pretty cool. Not sure how you were doing it though....” he can admit that he is not at all familiar with most of the magic that runs rampant in this world. He should be, given his father is a fire magician and can manipulate that element to the best of his ability like making little horses of flame gallop around the heads of his sister and him as gawking little foals. Could his father have made crowns of flame for them? Like she did with the flowers?

Great, now Iron’s mind has gone wandering and he has to snatch it back in hand.

@[Volcan] lmfao i loved that post! they are so ridiculous together and I HAVE NO IDEA WHY WE HAVE NEVER POSTED TOGETHER BEFORE! these two are a riot! <3