Rainforest Cliffs
07-19-2017, 11:10 PM
Perhaps any other day (or maybe if the portal had just rewarded her death), the young colt might have found himself beside pleasanter company - at least the cute filly with the golden tattoo fed his apparent need for attention, smiles… whatever foals wanted. The creamy runt offered his name, Galahad, and for the most part, it seemed like all of the pleasantries were over and done with.
Except, ‘nice to meet you…’
Expressive, obsidian ears slipped rearward, challenged by his brazen attempt to make peace through politeness. There was a skerrick of humility in the look she returned, a trace of the empath on the other side of bipolar’s spectrum, though a sharp snort soon shattered that mild-mannered sentiment. The black, with her bold stare and ‘too-old’ air of conviction, stood ground stubbornly (impressively) while the colt, like a niggling itch right up there on her withers, began to speak again.
As though out of nowhere, another - stocky, horned, and rather deranged - broad appeared to challenge every one of their tense trio.
Should there have been hackles there upon her to bristle, they would have, right at that moment. Lips pulled instead, into a tight frown across pearly, stained teeth; though the maniac was larger, easily braver and very much more intimidating, there was a part of the arachnophile who was driven to oppose. Wielding at the pitiful colt, a tongue still fouler than any she could recall, the shiny black mare dared their defiance with menacing eyes.
Zahra couldn’t help but notice, stare, at the water sizzling along that well-padded spine.
The stranger glanced her way and dimpled black chin tilted instantly left, eyes dancing away across the soggy undergarments of the trees - or anything really - far, overhead.
‘Ooooooh, you stole somethin…’ came the antagonistic bait like oxygen to the flame.
Immediately roused to bite, the golden-bellied reaffirmed her gaze. Ears turned snugly against the modest, wet slick of mane and her face lifted beneath a sprawling, incredulous expression. "I most certainly did not." Her tone, though obnoxious, wavered with hesitation for resilience wasn’t among her straggly strengths.
Thankfully, the tiny filly (perhaps in stature only), possessed courage enough for them both, and drove that feathery, foal-like voice like a knife through the boiling atmosphere between them.
To the coward’s surprise, alongside those childish words, a static energy began to simmer along the insignificant looking frame behind her. Legs shifted, discomforted by the very obvious glow of blue electricity, and the winged found herself sidling feather first towards the meek golden boy for any kind of reassurance.
At least at the end of the storm, she could glue those two back together…
“Like delicate lace,
So the threads intertwine,
Oh, gossamer web
Of wond'rous design!
Such beauty and grace
Wild nature produces...
Ughh, look at the spider
Suck out that bug's juices!”
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