Frustration tugged at Toro's chest and sent his tails whipping against his hip, a groan of defeat wrestling itself from his airways as he threw himself against a tree - anything to take the weight off. He regretted it, immediately, the old bark scraped against his skin and pressed hard on his smooth flank, gnarled and less hospitable than predicted. Toro rolled his eyes, shifting pounds of muscle to balance back on those four pristine legs and - surprise slid behind a brawler's visage, he resisted those urges to jump back or snort, standing his found-again ground and looking directly at the mare. She spoke:
His eyes traveled along her frame, slight and fragile-seeming in its make. The horn was useless for anything but scraping bark off that damn tree right there, which would kill it, eventually, but against a living thing? Form, no function. Her coat glittered like starlight in the fog, attractive, appealing, something wonderful hidden in the beyond. It was beyond him; everything was in-your-face but the insecurities, buried, but his gaze rested on that which was so obviously meant to obscure: the veil. It'd caught his eye at first glance, but he'd forced himself to look around, to assess for physical prowess and beauty, only the latter of which he'd found. The veil was curious, seemingly ineffective for all he knew. He could still see her eyes. They shone iridescent, a multitude of shades like his own, without the cracks and the fire. It was the sun passing through the fog, a rainbow. Pretty, strange. Pretty strange, he mused. He stopped at her eyes, didn't look down at the dangling pearls or return to her attractive legs. Toro said, "Do you know your way around these woods?"
@Myfanwy
