08-19-2017, 08:47 AM
The ebony stag was silent in his approach. His movements like smoke as he fled her view. Gracefully daunting. She does not turn as he makes his way around her, for she is not afraid. She welcomed events such as these, though as he reached forward for a whiff she released a short puff of air.
He spoke, though she did not give him the luxury of a reply. She simply watched the piebald stallion, assessing him as he made his way around her. Much like her ancestors, the mare had the thick tail of the forest horse, and it curled tentatively around her legs as she turned her head to him.
If one was not careful they would be easily swayed by her, it wasn't often that the painted mare found herself struggling to play her own game. Though the air around the stallion proved challenging. His own squeal a signal that he was game.
She scoffed at his question, rolling her pale blue hues to the side.
"Heroes do not exist, so I shall leave you to decide."
Her voice was like the waterfall that pounded so powerfully into the earth before them. It had the easy slide like azure over rocks, but the sharp edge of it tumbling over the drop and into the calm lake below.
To many the voice was alluring. Much like a light in dark woods, it was beckoning but dangerous.
They face each other now, her own blue hues boring into his.
It was a dark mirror of muscle and mass. Elvira was sure they could hold their own if it came down to the worst. Though she wasn't sure if the stallion would give up.
This, however, did not sway the appaloosa, and her gaze merely intensified.