[open] knock knock

[Dalten]

He is still standing with hues of blue igniting his hocks, when the sound of a distant female erupts in his ears. The sound is a familiar call, the feminine tone whistling into the air like a harp song. Instantly, his ears flatten.

He hates women.

He hates the baggage they come with, the pain they cause with their persistent complaining. Dalten is a bachelor, he always will be. He will always appreciate the company of his brothers before the company of an incesant mare, especially when said mare is reliant on a male’s company; no thank you.

“Move along,” his annoyance visible in how his tone shifts, “I am not interested in a woman’s company.”

Oh, how his mother would be proud.

DALTEN

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