Helle had remained calm, cool, collected. She was marble. She was finely carved bone.
Sreva has officially annoyed the striped woman. Helle was trying to be nice. TRYING TO BE NICE. What reason did the lead mare have to be friendly with anyone? Sure it was encouraged but then when Helle tries, she is met with this sort of attitude. Chem had chosen her because she was not to be fucked with but then this little painted mare decides to spit acid words AND just to be a twat, try to run her mouth?
Fuck that.
Helle's expression turns to that of the impenetrable stone, the gargoyle's grin. Limbs pull her right on up to Sreva and she is sure to keep her gaze and doesn't break it till she can practically see the beat of the painted wench's heart throb in her throat.
Now Helle did not think herself better. No. She was merely attempting to reach out to the other mares, perhaps find some understanding, or just some MOTHER FUCKING CONVERSATION. Did that ever cross your mind? No? Didn't think so.
But nope, they want to gossip then Helle will certainly give this little mare a reason to gossip. "Oh? For whatever reason, is that it? Then challenge me Sreva and we will see why I am chosen as lead. Why, I sit the throne while our stallion is away." She speaks low and calm, meeting the gaze. "And you take me for a lost cub?" Helle clicks her tongue. "How easy it must be to spit such things. I have even yet to carry a proper conversation with you but you have outed yourself to be so petty. Poor creature, wallow in your hatred...curse my name, curse Chem's...whatever helps you sleep better at night, dear, sweet, precious Sreva." Helle can hiss too except her bite is much worse than her bark. "And to think, I had hoped to have civil relations with you but no, you couldn't let me could you?" Lavender pools slit as she laces her ears tightly against her skull before snorting at the mare.
She moves away from Sreva now, disappointed things came to this when she had high expectations in the other. Helle finds that the other chose to be a lost cause instead of an ally. "I feel sorry for you." Helle says this last as she is turning, her eyes close to the pretty painted woman. It was a damned shame that she had chosen this path rather than the other.
Such a damned shame.
Chem will be displeased by this when he learns of the mare's disposition and attitude towards Helleborn. After all, Chem was always watching, listening.
HELLEBORN
light up the world as i fall asleep