Night made it almost impossible to find her when she melted into the shadows. All inky blackness bleeding together. The perfect hiding spot, she had thought, as she waited for that feeling to go away. Another Legendary was nearby and he or she could bless the little twerp that was getting closer. And closer. She closed her eyes.
"You have a lovely scent," a voice said dreadfully close to her and she had squawked (she would never admit that). The shadows fell and she almost blazed in the night with her firefly glow. A scowl grew on her face. How in the hell did he find me?
He took her silence in stride as he was completely oblivious to her discontent and came to stand beside her -- sides flush -- as he appeared to look at the mare. "You should visit the caves. We'd flock to you like we do each other," he said, referring to her glow. Any reply she attempted was completely cut off as he nuzzled at her cheek. (She did not shriek in surprise; it was a muffled threat of death.)
"Are you flirting with me?" she demanded. It was a valiant effort to untangle herself from him. When the hell his tail had wrapped around her leg... She growled; he merely grinned.
"Of course." Which only prompted him to --
"Stop it, you little rat," she sneered. And he paused.
"Don't fret. I'm a Zikwa, not a rat."
This muffled shriek -- of annoyance or indignation (had he actually thought she believed him to be a rat?) -- did happen and she gave a violent shake of her head.
"If I bless you, will you leave me alone?"
This seemed to make the buck pause and she took the moment to untwine and dart away.
"Only for a while. I like you," he had answered. Goddamnit; when the hell did I become likeable?
It would have to do and as she glowered at him, she spoke, "Your children will be intelligent and-"
"Oh no. These children should love and talk," he interrupted.
"As I said," she bit out -- no one had interrupted her before (or if they had she had blocked it out) -- before continuing, "and know when to leave well enough alone!" (Like her.)
"Thank you," he returned. And when relief had started to set her that he was leaving.
"Perhaps I will see you tomorrow!"
That squawk was not her. As the nearby duck carcass would prove.
