Becoming Prey

Ahlora let her look slip into a more suggested one, a smirk playing on her lips. It felt weird to her now, despite the many times she had worn the look before. Oh yeah, that might be because you're a darned HORSE NOW! Ahlora could practically feel her old body bristling in disapproval. She didn't bat an eye as her dark companion puffed his chest like a colt trying to prove his worth in a herd. Instead, she mulled it over. The words he said... He really was quick to the punch, now wasn't he? While he was shorter than her, he was a big stallion compared to those she had come across before. The ones she had hunted. Perhaps there was hope for him after all. For them, even. "How about... Neither?" She let out a laugh in the form of a whinny, turning and trotting off in hopes to annoy the 'stud'. Her lengthy tail swishing and rear muscles clearly visible as Ahlora moved. She mare seemed to think of something before getting more than a few races away, and turned back. "Tell me shadow, do you have a name I should call you? You clearly don't think I'd survive on my own, but if I do... I'd much prefer we meet knowing each other's birthrights." It was a small gesture, accompanied with a genuine small to show she really didn't mind his antics all that much. Heck, she might even let him get away with it sometime. OOC: @Ricochet Ahlora

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