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[forgaeven]

The countryside stood in stark contrast to the bustling city. The scent of fresh grass blended with the soft sound of a distant stream as he trotted along the well-worn dirt path. His hooves hit the ground in a rhythmic beat, sending up tiny clouds of dust with each stride. Above him, the sun shone brightly, casting a warm, golden glow over the undulating hills and scattered farmhouses. A rare sense of peace enveloped him as he travelled, a feeling he seldom found in the city. The breeze playfully ruffled his mane and tail, and he savoured the strength of his equine body, a sensation that felt both strange and reassuring.

As he approached the village, the locals paused in their activities, their expressions a mix of awe and apprehension. They had heard tales of the legendary being, the horse renowned for its rarity. Now, he was here, a magnificent horse gliding gracefully through their midst. Moving further from the village, the path grew narrower, and the trees began to close around him.

The cool shade offered a refreshing respite after his long trek from the city. He took a moment to absorb the serenity of the forest, attuned to the rustling leaves and the gentle hum of insects. His sharp senses picked up the scent of a nearby clearing and the soothing sound of flowing water. Drawn by the promise of a refreshing drink, he paused, only to be startled by a voice, turning to see a figure he had never met before.

in the creature's defence, ruffnut certainly wasn't being careful.

aye, perhaps she ought to be – but subtlety has never run deep in her family's veins, and ruffnut has no desire to change it. still, she supposes it would've been nice, wouldn't it, t' have the upper hand – if nothin' but the few seconds it could've offered her. oh well, she thinks around a shrug and steps away from any attempt to hide. she comes into the creature's sight, and ruffnut behaves no less like a beast herself, hunching and watching the other closely, as though she is still hunting, and he, remains as her prey.

when ruffnut smiles, the act is all bone-sharp and a misshapen dagger. the kind she likes the most. it gets ya' to be creative when ye' have to use it.

❛⠀yer' a beauty, aren't ya ? ❜ comes her greeting, and her smile doesn't soften as she drags her feet closer, still observin' the other like a mountain lion to a deer; like she's an extension of her dragon-mount, her own beautiful beast that she left only a few roads away. ruffnut has never been scared of losing barf. they've got a bond, her dragon and her. this much distance will not deter it, if she really was in danger and in need of barf's intervention.

ruffnut doubts it though – she's got a habit of escapin' things people would wager she wouldn't. they always do.

❛⠀– beautiful enough, i'd say, to eat. ❜ her jaw snaps together at the end of the continued response, and ruffnut cackles; the sound of it rough, unladylike. before her posture does ease, and no longer is she the hunter, but merely an observer. she grins, ❛⠀yer lucky i've eaten, beast, and so has me dragon. ❜ she finally drags a piece of her clothing away, revealing a waterskin, before she nods to the flowing river. ❛⠀i'm here for the water too. be at ease. ❜

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