He had watched with a smirk as this mare, this 'Shadow Dancer' (although he wasn't aware of the name), attempted to make her way up (or was it down?) the mountain of Little Norr, just as he had moments previous. Except that his version of going down hadn't involved so much... falling. and cursing. That one, too.

Then she seemed to notice him. It hadn't taken her long enough, anyway. As her loud call rang out in the morning air, Tas knew what she wanted. She wanted him to go to her. Haha. Nice joke. Tas answered to no horse, male or female. Especially female. So his ownly response? To turn his head in her direction and glare at her. She was going to have to come to him.

Tas wasn't all that 'dark' of horse, if you really thought about it. He was indifferent and didn't care and hated to be bothered. Mares? Who needed them, although they did, at times, produce fine foals. Not that Tas himself had any experience in this, but he payed attention. Sometimes. Of course, if the large paint horse got angry, one would want to stay away. But other than that, he could have passed fine as a neutral. And the truth is, most of the time he took advantage of that. Most Neutral and Light horses avoided the darks, and didn't want to hang around with one. So occaisonally he would pretend he was neutral, and they'd accept him for a few weeks before he choose to move along again. Tas had no strong ties to the darks, or no guilt for not sticking to the ways of a dark horse. Whatever. He didn't care, really.

And so, although he was relatively sure this grey mare, who was actually rather pretty to look at, was a dark horse, Tas decided he would pretend to be neutral if she asked. It isn't often that a nomad like this one gets a chance to have a little fun, even if 'fun' isn't exactly how another might define this situation. But, oh, don't worry, Tas was going to have plenty of fun. (And this would be why he wasn't neutral.)

"Now, c'mon, miss. You dun' have to be so rude about it."

'Give me a reason why I shouldn't be rude?'

So she was one of those types. The ones that thought they could be rude all the time just because they were dark and no one would argue it. Well, she hadn't met Tas yet. He had no patience for it. "Tell you what, I'll do better. I'll give you two." He paused her, smirking at his own statement for no reason other than that he could, "One, more horses will give you the time of day if you're nice to them. Two, I don't think you want a hoof-shaped tatoo." So much for the acting neutral thing. Threatening to kick her probably wasn't the best way to keep that cover. But whatever, he didn't really care.

He smirked again, finally taking a chance to study her. She was a pretty fae, that was for sure. If he had a herd, he would have claimed her right away. But with no herd, Tas had nothing to gain or lose. She looked like the type to lead a herd, anyway. She probably would prefer his listening to her than her listening to him. But whatever it was, she was still a pretty thing to look at.

He took two steps forward, moving toward her like her original call had asked. "Now, now. If we could only just play nice like all the other good girls and boys..." He put on his best mockery voice and face, imitating something he had heard from some neutral horse in a herd he had once stayed with. "But who wants to play nice, anyway?" he thought, almost saying it out loud, but changing his mind. No, he'd wait for a response now.

;; It was shame that Tas had 'blown his chances' with the mare. His reputation was already ruined in this valley. How sad. He would have to move on soon, and be rid of all this... ugh. He didn't even have a word for it. All he knew was that unless things changed in the next, say, hour, he would be leaving this place for good. Maybe.

"Mmm. I was under the impression I was doing a pretty mare like you a favor. Oops."

Sarcasm once again filled his voice. This was a new low for the stallion, really. Often his encounters with other beings consisted of him being seemingly sweet and innocent, rather than sarcastic and annoying. Whatever, though. If she got sick enough of him, at least he knew he could leave.

"Good to know, Miss."

He completely ignored her second comment, and took a few steps closer to her. He was a likable enough horse, really. The mare just need to get over herself.

Or at least, this is what Tas told himself.

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I'm going to be leaving on vacation soon, so I might to be able to reply for awhile. D: Please keep coming back. <3 I love roleplaying with you. x3
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