[PRP] Tangle [Squall x Speak Not]

[Muffinsbaby]

Silence growled under her breath yet again. It was the loudest sound she'd made in a while, and she almost winced at the raspy sound of it. Her hair had gotten stuck yet again in the gnarled roots of a dead tree. She tugged it, as she usually would to free herself, but this tree seemed hell-bent on consuming the pale strands. She grabbed hold with her teeth and tugged with all her pathetic might, and still there was no release from her prison. She dared not call out for help, someone might hear her, and she continued to struggle against her assailant in vain.  

[Vesperiie]

Muffinsbaby

FINALLY TAGGING THINGS

It was a quiet sound. Indeed, he would not have noticed it at all had it not been so still, and had he not been paying attention to his surroundings, as this scouting foray inland demanded. But as it was, he had noticed, and it made him pause, lifting his head, ears raised. There it was again.

Following the sound brought him to a fallen tree, and a most surprising sight. It took him a moment to realize there was a doe attached to the tangled strands and roots, and a moment more to realize all of that was, well, hair. He shook his own mane, ever salt-crusted from the ocean he only left when bid, but it might have been fur compared to the sheer amount of this doe's tresses. He was glad of it though, otherwise he would have likely ended up in her current predicament.

"I think you're just making it worse," he noted, with a soft chuckle.  

[Muffinsbaby]

Vesperiie

No worries, love~

She jumped, slightly, at the other presence suddenly made known, and peered at him through the locks that had made it over her face. Her expression was one of mixed surprise and frustration. She didn't bother trying to move any bits of hair away, she simply continued to stare and tug. She didn't make any other sound, because to her they were almost like vulgar words, at least coming from her they were.

She watched him, without waver, wondering what his next move would be. Would he help her? Or would she become his newest entertainment?  

[Vesperiie]

Muffinsbaby

heart heart

She looked at him, shaking hair from her eyes, registering his existence, but not making so much as a sound. That was curious. He thought she'd either implore him to help her or, if she tended toward the foul-tempered, snap at him to let her be (which he might have, though after how much teasing would depend on how foul). Stubbornness wasn't wholly unexpected-- like a typical doe she hadn't bothered to listen to him and kept tugging away. Silence hadn't been on the table though, and he found himself intrigued.

"You really should stop that," he said, stepping forward toward the tangle of roots and hair. "If you don't mind...?" A flick of his tail towards her predicament indicated the question was an offer.  

[Muffinsbaby]

Vesperiie

Sorry for shortness ><

Upon his approach, she stopped once more, and stood tall - well, as tall as a doe of her stature could anyway - and watched him. As he gestured to her copious amount of stuck hair, she tilted her head at him, but stood back, stooping just slightly to allow a small bit of slack. She stood still, staring at him, watching every twitch of muscle on this wind-swept buck.  

[Vesperiie]

Muffinsbaby

There is no such thing as shortness <33 I am long done with trying to make things long xD

Again, she said nothing, and he smiled a little to himself at that. It was, oddly, somewhat charming. She stood still this time, though, giving some slack to her hair, and he stepped closer, carefully examining the predicament of her tresses. It was... well, something of a mess. Perhaps if he tugged right there... he carefully took hold of a lock of hair with his teeth and, as gently as he could, tugged it loose. The remainder of that section was caught on a spindly root, though, and he highly doubted his teeth were so dexterous as to handle that.

"I don't suppose you've ever considered cutting this, have you?" he asked with a quirk of a brow. He was only half joking.  

[Muffinsbaby]

Vesperiie

It didn't hurt her, not anymore. Her hair had been pulled so often, by entanglement and by raucous youths, that she'd become desensitized to the pain of it. She watched him closely as he detangled a small section, inspecting how he helped her. She smiled gently in thought of him helping her. He didn't have to, but here he was.

All this changed as he mentioned cutting her hair; she panicked. She stomped her hooves as she tugged harder, jumping from this side and that of the root. Her hair came out in ragged sections, leaving a small amount still tangled among the root for some animal to find and use, but you'd hardly guess from the amount still attached to the doe. Once she was free she took a wide stance, her sides heaving, eyes wide and heated, and hair strewn wildly about her. Her eyes focused on the buck, boring into his own. She seemed to be daring him to take her hair away from her.