01-06-2017, 08:33 PM
| As she nearly crashes into him, Rip gives off a loud snort of displeasure. He truly never liked anyone in his own personal space, but he surely did not have a problem being in someone else’s space. However, for now, he lets it pass. Rip cannot help but notice the way she stares at him. Either she is dumbfounded or completely stupid, he thinks for a moment before brushing the thought aside. Out of nowhere, the girl is reaching out for his horns. Rip quickly jerks his head to the side just as she jerks her nose away. “You could at least ask first,” he states bluntly. Rip knew he was certainly one of a kind and did not mind the rather astonishment of who and what he was. However, he was rather used to such looks and amazement reactions—many of the other females his age back at home had flaunted themselves at his feet. The attention had been nice, but Rip had plans for more important things. The girl’s ears go back, and he smiles softly at the reaction of his words. He finds the girl to be rather straightforward with her words, but he does not mind it truly. Rip always found it fun to outwit the other when it came to sarcasm and such things. “Well, that was very obvious since they are only in your forelock.” A grin spreads across his lips at his words. The girl then directs her earlier interest at his horns. He laughs at her innocent of such horns even though he himself has not seen every horn in the world. “A special kind of horn, and surely not from the likes of here,” he says with a flick of his tail, “But I guess if you must know they are called rhino horns.” Rip tilts his head to one side, though keeping his amber-gold gaze on her still. “Do you have a name?” He asks, “Then again, I could always call your flower.” The yearling laughs softly at his jest. If he was going to spend his time chatting with this girl, then he might as well do it properly—as if that was ever a way for Rip to do anything he decided to do. |