Breaking through the surface revealed two major details that his keen eyes could not pick up underwater. The first was that the golden figure was a Serian mare. Ordinarily he would never do anything to harm a mare or even another Serian, only give them a great surprise. He often marvelled at the way the more skittish Serians (even stallions) would leap back in fear. The second fact was that she was not even the least bit frightened. In fact she was ready to wallop him, numerous times.
And wallop him she did! Right between the eyes! The shock of finding the mare ready to battle did not take him any longer than the initial blow to realise. Mystic then skilfully dodged her rear hooves and then her tail by a slight retreat backwards. Intrigued by her attack that was, like his, not serious he forced down his instincts to retaliate the blows with some of his own and decided to assess his opponent before her next assault. Quickly noting that unlike other mares he has known (not that he has met many) she was not the least bit frightened of him as a warrior.
Perhaps she was one herself. That would make things very interesting. As she spoke he heard the unmistakable purr in her voice, a weapon in itself if ever he heard one. Liking the way she seemed to be toying around with him, Mystic felt compelled to play her game. Slowly, gracefully and very skilfully he strolled up the riverbank towards her again.
Never once letting his gaze wander from hers, knowing that locking gazes not only allows him to study her but also to predict her movements. She was not going to hoof him again without him returning the hoof ...
he is only hoofed once per mare. Standing only inches away from her he inhaled the deep scent of her, noting that his suspicions were correct, she was indeed a warrior. And so must be watched carefully.
Drawing up to his full height on his two front legs he looked imposing to most. Looking down upon her casually with a slight grin on his face to show that her charms had not the effect it should usually have he decided to do a little toying of his own.
'Maybe next time I will.' His own voice was deep, slow and calculated. Noting her alertness to attack, quickly he altered his stance with a turn of his head and powerful tail Mystic aligned himself parallel to this alluring mare. Flicking his tail quickly from side to side, gently tapping her tail playfully Mystic thought of a very quick way to get back at her and almost maybe cool her fiery warrior temper that could very well be directed at him.
However I do concede defeat this time ... for now. His voice now gave the hint of mischief within it, knowing that she would pick it up and perhaps help her understand what he had to do. Suddenly his next tap on her tail was no longer playful, the next time his tail touched her with enough force to send both her and him towards the water.
Skilfully Mystic dived majestically into the water, showing off his tremendous talent at games within the water. Slowly drifting backwards away from the edge of the water with a large smirk on his face he revelled in the game that she started. He watched and waited for her reaction as he slowly drifted away.
((OOC. No its not really. My best friend is leaving, moving away from her troubles. She decided to start over a new life, took her two days to decide. And now she wont listen to anyone, not only that but I will be going on vacation for a couple of days and so I wont be here to say good bye.
Such is life eh? ))