His eyes flick from body to body with more disinterest pooling in his expression with each new face he sees. He sucks at his teeth and sloshes the bits his previous meal over his tongue. His cold eyes settle on a pair of bodies, one dark and one splotched. The stallion approach the mare with such casual weakness, he thinks. As if they're old friends just catching up yet the mare appears to stand their with a slid look in her glistening eyes. She came here for a reason, he's sure, and he did too. It's childish to pretend to not know why you're here in this bug infested, mostly eaten field. He rolls into a canter to bring himself to stand beside the mare with his eyes on the painted stallion at first. The only acknowledgment he gives is a slight nod, but otherwise moves his attention the smokey mare as if he doesn't even know the stallion is there. “Hi.” His smirk is crooked, as If he knows something that she does not yet know and whatever it is, it delights him. His posture his relaxed, his head lowered to be even with hers as he speaks, his eyes following the windblown hairs dancing across her eyes and then straight into those unveiled eyes. “Would you like to go somewhere with me?” Chemdog x |
