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Those are fighting words, boy! He hears in the background, and Reh turns sharply toward the sound, preparing to fend off yet another creature. What was it about the islands these days? You could walk for hours without seeing a single soul and then suddenly there were horses sprouting out of the dead leaves beneath his feet. It was infuriating. How had the world suddenly become good at thwarting bachelors the instant that he became one?

Still, the painted boy is not going to give up just because they have an audience member. If the little spotted mare had been interested in intervening, she would have, and his confidence bolstered slightly the longer she continued to stay on the sidelines and out of the fray.

He is still in high spirits until the grey mare arrives. Still confident he can make something of this moment and save his future, even if it means disrupting the comet-woman's day. But the woman stinks of the Peak, but also, alarmingly of home, and he freezes, no longer attempting to fight the woman at his side. It takes no more than a half of a breath to place her, even though he has never spoken to her directly. For months she had lingered at the edge of the Cove, a waif that shadowed the fierce Banshee.

Then she had gone missing, and the knowledge of where she had gone (to those greedy, family stealing waspish women of the Peak) during those long years sours his stomach.

Of course. Of fucking course.

"Fuck," he snaps under his breath, his ears immediately pinning as he ducked his face behind Titania. The last thing he needed right this instant was for his father to know where he was or what he was up to. He couldn't risk it. Not only would his father disown him, but it would ruin all of his plans. Muttering unintelligible curses under his breath, Rehoboam doesn't even stay long enough to endure the insults that the rest of them level at him. He is already wheeling away from the grey valkyrie, and consequently from the comet-woman as well, even dodging around the massive chocolate-colored stallion as he arrives too.

He does not linger to trade insults, nor to threaten or harass. The latter didn't come to him naturally anyway and he knew they would sound as false as his intent.

He does, however, angle toward the spotted mare, to drive at her with snapping teeth and pinned ears. The odds of being able to chase her from the scene were small, considering her best chance of safety was to remain with the Peak woman, but he had to try. If she did run with him, he would cut a wide berth away and then circle back as to give himself the possibility of escaping the Amazon's notice. And if he did manage to find her again, would direct her to the Lagoon, where the swampland offered respite from prying eyes.

Regardless of the spotted mare's reaction, he does not linger long at the scene. He cannot risk Kolfinna revealing him to his sire.

Rehoboam Stallion Mutt 15.2h WFG Solomon x Keres