Zaquar | Early Summer
A low rumble came from Haywire's throat as he edged closer towards the quirlicorn while his skull head cackled with the unmistakable noise of teeth being hit together. He had been on the move quickly once his fireworks show had occurred, knowing that he had to reach whomever he startled before they had rushed off or charged headfirst into him. While he didn't mind a chase, he much preferred to catch his victims before they had set their mind towards some sort of action. It always makes them far more susceptible to his antics.
As he got closer, he noticed the two long curving horns of the quirlicorn, their delicate-looking head surrounded by a large rainbowy lion mane. She seemed to be somewhat fragile. "What a delicate fawn," his skull head mused aloud stepping towards her as she was shaking the pollen from her eyes and demanding he "Show himself". His other head rumbled his agreement.
He lowered his flesh head towards her nose and spoke, "Now, now, it isn't very kind of you demanding things of a stranger. We really should get to know each other before you start telling me what to do, don't you think?" Haywire replied with a wink.
His skull head was taking in her appearance as the other head spoke. The head did its best to keep just out of sight. He didn't want to frighten her, well not yet that is. There is a time and place for frightening, and it wasn't enjoyable to frighten an already frightened creature. Now, once she was lulled into feeling at peace and being secure in her surroundings, now then, that would be a good time. He wondered what would happen when she was scared or maybe even embarrassed. Would her face become red? Maybe it would pale? Wouldn't it be fun if her colors became ever more radiant? He eagerly waited for that moment.
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