 The sudden fright in the black stallion at his appearance was momentarily amusing to the other stallion, the black creature lurching forward, the girl losing her balance before tumbling backwards and from her mount, the Fresian taking off into the darkness. Hmmm. Perhaps it was an intelligent being after all, an animal generally knows what it is outclassed and truly Frost is assured of his own dominance above such a creature- the animal perhaps perceiving it too, resulting in the manner with which it fled before the girl seemed to notice him at last. His continues to watch her as she calls for the horse, as if she believes it a dog that will come when summoned- his own ears twisting atop his handsome head to listen for it before returning his attention to the girl and her cracked phone. It was awfully late for such a pretty little thing to be out on her own, let alone out riding unaccompanied and yet for now he hardly dwells upon it, stepping forward and onto the road as those heavily feathered feet clop against the tar to carry him suddenly towards her.
His neck arches once more, nostrils flared in a snort, playing the role of 'horse' all the same as he does. She was watching him now, wary perhaps and yet why wouldn't she be. It was strange, surely, for a loose stallion to be strolling the streets unaccompanied and yet truly he seems to enjoy unsettling her a little- seeing no need to change to his human form just yet as the towering creature halts before her, muzzle extended towards her now. She had a horse didn't she? Surely she knew what he desired! No true rider of horses ever lacked a treats and indeed in this moment he seeks any stray lump of sugar or perhaps even an apple concealed somewhere upon her. Some animal instincts are difficult to ignore after all, his muzzle thrust against her once more, prodding at her pockets and shirt in search of anything she might be hiding, hardly concerned about personal space in this moment or the fact the girl may have a rope somewhere ready to slip over his head as he busily searches, ears pinned back momentarily in agitation, one hoof stamping in a display of poor temper before he steps back ever so slightly- ears forward now. Gazing at the woman with evident expectation. Waiting to be given the 'treat' he is sure he deserves. If not...perhaps he will simply make good with her phone....or her wallet...or whatever else he might like to steal if she lacks what he desires.
Frostbite
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