First Impressions

The smell of unfamiliar stallion brings Aris' head up. She's been hearing rumors of a new acquisition and is eager to find out where he'll fit into their dysfunctional family. She dearly hopes he's not another Jager, one self-important, loud, infatuated stallion being enough for any ranch. Pasha is one of a kind; she's never met a horse of any gender or age that is as universally accepting and meek as he is. Cosmic just wants her, but she's taught him the hard way that she's not to be had.

She watches the approaching trailer with one eye, forelock hiding her interest. The car stops and the humans teem around it with organized chaos until the trailer door is finally thrown open.

Her first impact of the stranger is the black of his coat, overwhelmingly dark. She picks him off as a nordanner within seconds what with the power in his chest and neck, the set of his ears and the deceptively light way he picks his way down the ramp. He's anxious and hiding it well. She watches him show off to Michael, idly checking out the rest of him.

The wings are a surprise. She reads into the stubs, cataloging trauma and something darker, closer to loss. His path towards the barn will send him past the pasture she's in and she slides closer to the fence, eyes lowered and posture demure. She catches his eye, holds his gaze as he walks past, flirting with the shallowest layer of herself. To his credit he doesn't hesitate, just grins back and preens a little, lifting his legs higher. She sighs to herself once he's gone from sight. Typical male, check.

It takes them nearly a week to meet properly. She's just back from a show, feeling worn out and exhausted, flying high on the adrenalin of a win. The endorphin rush of a successful race is enough to make her almost friendly and she shoots a deadly smile over the fence at him as she's let out into the adjacent pasture. He responds with admirable ease, trotting over to the fence.

"Hello gorgeous." He winks and she keeps herself from sighing by pure will. Definitely typical male.

Resigned to putting on a show she flutters her eyelashes and smiles. "Hi. Hawkeye, right? Nice name." Her posture tacks on nice body. Nice everything. and he smirks, leaning closer to the fence.

"Thanks. Got it for my keen vision." He's preening, bridging the gap between them slowly until just the fence is between them. She lures him closer with a sultry glance, feigning shyness. Unable to resist temptation he leans his head over the fence. "What's your name, beautiful?”

She grins, sharp and predatory, wheels around and dropkicks him in the chest with the strength of both back legs. He goes down with a sharp neigh, cut off as his breath leaves him.

She surveys him as he gasps on the ground and finally offers, "Arista. Call me a pet name again and I'll cave your chest in all the way."

She turns with a sharp swish of tail, stalking off when he begins to laugh behind her, breathless and pained but full of true amusement. "I'll keep it in mind, dollface!"

She doesn't give him the satisfaction of turning to look, but can't quite keep a smile off her face. He'll be fun.

And so part two of Hawkeye's story begins! I have a ton of segments written out and almost no time to illustrate them |D _{yeah, yeah, he should have a halter blah blah blah I HAVE NO TIME.}

But this will be amazing amounts of fun. Hawkeye and Aris go together like a cat and a dog, it's the best.

Check out his childhood story here: [link]

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