Juice
10-11-2018, 05:05 AM
His pointed ears swivel continuously atop unmarred poll. His dark eyes scan the shadows. Juice remains hyper vigilante as he had heard rumors about these woods. So far, he had not met any living creature except for the wildlife. He is certainly content with the lack of company though, he anticipates someone finding him at some point. He wasn't invisible. Lips curve into a smirk as colt laughs at his own thought. The nearby crunching of twigs and leaves interrupts his inner monologue. The colt's chassis tenses and, unconsciously, Juice slinks deeper into the shadows. He searches for the culprit though his eyes deceive him. There is nothing there, he growls to himself.
Then, there is something. He watches in disbelief as a grey-blue equine appears. He could not be certain what her intentions are or, what traits she possesses. Regardless, a stealthy approach should be handled with caution. She stalks towards him while Juice calculates his options. Following a disgruntled snort, the lad emerges from between the trees. His ears face rearwards though are not pinned flat. His labrums are tense with anxiety and his head remains defiantly high. His inky black tail snaps against his hocks in utter annoyance. He did know her. Who was she to think I would just do as she commands? Juice certainly did not feel like he owed her anything. He maintains level eye contact with the strange mare though, offers no greeting. He would withhold his name and any other information that was not obviously deduced by his scrawny, immature body type.
Then, there is something. He watches in disbelief as a grey-blue equine appears. He could not be certain what her intentions are or, what traits she possesses. Regardless, a stealthy approach should be handled with caution. She stalks towards him while Juice calculates his options. Following a disgruntled snort, the lad emerges from between the trees. His ears face rearwards though are not pinned flat. His labrums are tense with anxiety and his head remains defiantly high. His inky black tail snaps against his hocks in utter annoyance. He did know her. Who was she to think I would just do as she commands? Juice certainly did not feel like he owed her anything. He maintains level eye contact with the strange mare though, offers no greeting. He would withhold his name and any other information that was not obviously deduced by his scrawny, immature body type.
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