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COME HITHER
Posted on April 13, 2021 at 01:11:40 AM by ALPHA



The moment his gaze landed on her, the young colt saw a change in the filly's demeanor and it only fueled his possessive side as his tiny nostrils flared, breathing in her fear. He stalked toward her, every bit the predator as her blue eyes rounded and her body froze like a deer caught in headlights. This was his chance, and he was going to take it.

The red dun colt darted at her, every bit the practiced maneuver since he'd watched and studied the exact movements from his father. His little head snaked out and he watched with delight as her head lifted in protest and a squeal left her jaws. She cried out, telling him that hurt and he snapped his own jaws at the air toward her in reply. He would keep making it hurt until she did as she was told. The same treatment the rest of the herd got. When he spoke to her, her fear only seemed to go up a few notches and his growing tail flicked back and forth with inner glee. She cried again in protest, this time telling him no and his whole body started to shake with anger. He hated that word. His mother tried to use that word on him when he bit her too hard or tried to do something she didn't approve of.

Usually, he would do it anyway, but at a safe distance from where she couldn't reach him to bite back. Her bites hurt. But he wouldn't take that word from his herd. Not his mares. The filly turned to kick out at him and he squealed his own defiance, dodging away from her hooves before he circled back to try to land a few more nips on her sides in retaliation. He would only bite harder when she chose to fight back. When she tried to put distance between them, he snorted and dashed after her, his head still low and his ears still pinned as he tried to circle around and cut her off, trying to herd her back to the rest of the horses.

Her voice cried out to him again and he frowned at the scolding tone. Something about manners and not knowing who she was. Well, that one, at least, he could answer. He raised his head for a moment tried to circle around to meet her gaze before he offered a toothy grin, almost more canine like he was snarling as he growled again. "Mine."


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