His utterance, a simple greeting, offended the patchwork stallion almost as much as his existence offended Maslakhat and to his annoyed snort the Akhal-Teke offered a backward flick of his ears in disapproval. He was not worthy of this mare, and having happened upon her in such a vulnerable state, he wasted no time in taking advantage of her. The golden bay stallion was not the type to use force to see his way, but at least now, she would know she wasn’t alone.
Her response in their shared tongue drew his attention back to her, his stance softening despite the confusion evident in her words.
“No more than you,” Maslakhat retorted evenly as she took shelter behind the larger stallion. “My home, the Dunes, would be a more familiar sight,” he continued, keeping one ear trained on her and he other on Tyr. “A shame you may never see it,” he finished, giving the stallion another cutting gaze before taking a few steps away. Maslakhat knew better than to bide his time on a lost cause, but should the towering stallion lose his appeal, at least now she had another option.
As the early light stretched above him, the golden bay flicked his dark tail as he turned away from them, casting a subtle tip of his nose to her before galloping off opposite the sun.
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