Mon Jul 16, 2012 5:05 pm by Songhue
Silence now; not even a question as to how his bond-mate met their mate or even who they were. This was an odd stallion indeed.
Caustic was beginning to think that whoever this Sunspot really was, he was shaping up into fairly poor company. He moved so little, gave very few indications of social body language, and offered even less in conversation at the moment. His own thoughts, his own consideration of how unsocialized this vibrant red stallion was, would show in some form or another; the tilt of an ear, high high or smooth his steps were, the distance he kept from the other compared to Shiro. Sunspot seemed to simply... Be there. Though his head was lowered a little under his cutting gaze, a fact he slightly approved of. Perhaps he could break this one into something more acceptable, as he had others before him.
Between Caustic's heavy gaze and Sunspot's sudden withdrawal, Shiro found himself looking back and forth between the pair in mild bewilderment. This felt like another kind of intrusion, one where a stallion such as himself was unwelcome. Glancing ahead, he spotted a small bit of sand edging in towards the rough stone that made up the ground in this break between the peaks.
With a few hasty steps he trotted forward and started searching for shells, although he had no idea what they might look like. He did know that searching for seashells was something his bond-mate Tribe had mentioned in passing, however, when she told of the different treasures she uncovered in her vast wanderings.
Caustic continued to gaze at Sunspot while Shiro began nosing through the sand - early, he knew, but one could hardly fault the fellow for being curious.
You've never seen a beach before either, he observed, and took a half a step closer as he spoke. He had an interest in this odd, socially deprived, broken stallion now. There was something cracked within the bright colored Serian, something which appealed to the darkness within Caustic.
Shiro lifted his head enough to enjoy a mild breeze, the unique smell of the sea tugging a grin from him. It was strange and yet at the same time he found it seemed friendly. He could easily picture taking a companionable stroll with someone here, much as he had often strolled with Flint through the sands of his desert home. The combination of sun and sea-salt was far too appealing.
They were close now.
You're timid. Something has taught you fear.
