[ shiro wouldn't, but it's slightly concerning that the little half-cow believes that with so little evidence. shiro can barely move, can't speak, has his hands bound together tightly in front of him, but he could pin a handler to the side of the stall with his weight and crush them. he could trample someone that got underneath his hooves. the little cow should be afraid of him. he should be afraid of everything in the gladiator stable.
but he's not. apparently. there's something strangely familiar about his voice, too, that shiro can't quite place, his ears pricked and swiveling to follow the sound. even bridled and wearing blinders he keeps his head turned as far as the straps allow him, trying to see.
he doesn't startle when soft fingers start to edge back under his belly, the shining black coat giving way to satin-soft skin nearer his sheath and the high insides of his thighs. shiro twitches his tail and stamps once, warning, but there's not much of anything he can actually do to stop the other. his stomach muscles ripple under the questing fingers. ]
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but he's not. apparently. there's something strangely familiar about his voice, too, that shiro can't quite place, his ears pricked and swiveling to follow the sound. even bridled and wearing blinders he keeps his head turned as far as the straps allow him, trying to see.
he doesn't startle when soft fingers start to edge back under his belly, the shining black coat giving way to satin-soft skin nearer his sheath and the high insides of his thighs. shiro twitches his tail and stamps once, warning, but there's not much of anything he can actually do to stop the other. his stomach muscles ripple under the questing fingers. ]