Thread RP Log between these two.
Thamin
Ebony hooves slapped against the ground as the male drew closer. His ears were perked up and his head lowered so much that he had to look up to see straight ahead. A toothy grin was spread across the striped maw as he gazed with colorless eyes into nothing at all. He was in his own thoughts and world as he wandered.
((Think this for his expression))
Mewsings of An Angel
Ahni yawned widely, her hooves crossed in front of her rather cat-like and lazy. The mirth in her eyes was lost behind the fringe of hair that constantly got in the way. She was a lazy mare, with a cheshire personality that quirky and rather acidic. But she was nearly harmless. Nearly. Her long tail flicked out behind her as she stared out at all those who passed her by.
Thamin
Azzan's head swayed and rolled from side to side as he stepped untill his gaze somewhat focused and fell on a winged mare with a cat like tail. He chuckles dementedly before muttering to himself... "And there it sat, a winged cat.... Never killed a cat with wings... or seen one.... "
Mewsings of An Angel
An ear flicked and a small smile pulled the corners of her mouth in a sultry fashion. "Then you have not lived, sir. Us winged cats live in style." She snickered and stared at the strange fellow. He seemed a little off-kilter, sullen. Poor thing - probably ran many a creature off by his antics.
Thamin
Azzan raised his head and stood to his full height, stepping closer to the 'winged cat' that had spoken to him. He scoffed at her words, they meant little to nothing to him. Her idea and his idea of living in 'style' were obviously different. "It speaks of style, but has none? How odd..." He tilted his head to the side and began to circle the mare, inspecting her. "So bland... Master might approve of a winged cat gift... But never in such poor condition." He spoke out loud to himself.
Mewsings of An Angel
Bland? No style? RUDE. Slowly and languidly, Ahni pushed herself upward with lanky and strong legs. Her tail flicked from side to side, and the long pelt that was attached around her neck hung to one side in it's golden splendor. How drab this creature was to call her bland. She fluffed the feathers of her wings and glared outward at the stallion. "I am a gift to no one. I am Mayan blood and am under no creature. Especially you, pale one."
Thamin
Azzan narrowed his eyes as he looked down on the mare before snorting with disgust and ambling off a small distance, resolute on his conclusion that though this winged cat may be exotic in that he had never seen one before, it was little more than a worthless pile of moving flesh taking up space and deterring him from finding the perfect gift for Ravah. "No... You are definitely no gift..." Azzan said, looking to the mare as if she was a piece of garbage. "And blood means nothing here...." He added, concluding that Mayan was either her breed or the blood of her people. He had quite a bit of experience concerning blood and it's ties and meanings... and it all meant nothing. He smirked though at the last statement, eying her over once more. "But you are right... you are not under me, but then again, what creature would ever want something like you under them...." And with a maniacal chuckle he flicked his tail and began to walk away. "Master will not like I've wasted timmmmmmeeeee...." He murmured as he dropped his head, his gaze going blank once more as he continued his search for the perfect offering for the fiery maned mare that consumed his mind.
