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The black mare’s kick was not unexpected, but it still sent a thrilling shock of adrenaline through him. His muscles warmed beneath taught black skin as he ducked her hooves, hearing the rush of air as they passed close to one curled ear, which promptly flattened. He was aware that she was probably not genuinely trying to hurt him, and he grew confident in this assumption as she turned back around to face him. Fell laughed a silent laugh, relishing in the electricity of their interaction, reciprocating the black mare’s mischievous grin as she pinned him beneath her icy blue gaze. He was gripped by a fiery emotion that was different from the familiar rage that drove him most often, but held a similar energy.

Their dance was interrupted, however, before Fell could make another move. The Marwari stallion pinned his ears as the taller male approached, noting the scent of the Lagoon that lingered around him. He was not immediately enraged, but he was irritated right off the bat at the interruption, and he could feel his anger rising. His hot golden gaze flickered from the stallion to the nameless black mare, and he watched with curiosity as she lashed a foreleg at him, his own feelings of frustration kept on a careful leash.

When the stallion spoke, Fell’s blood began to boil. He was well aware that he had a troubled relationship with manners at the best of times — it was hard to be polite when one literally couldn’t speak. This was only made worse when the black mare laughed, because he assumed himself to be the butt of her joke as well — and the silent black stallion began to teeter on the edge of a hungry, dark pit of helpless fury.

But she wasn’t quite laughing at him. Despite his inner turmoil, Fell had not yet fallen in, and his vision was not hindered by the walls of the tunnel on the edge of which he precariously balanced. He was still attentive, and he could not see nor feel any malice from the pretty ebony mare. She doesn’t even know yet, he thought. She’s waiting for me to tell him off.

Well, that wasn’t going to happen. At least not in the manner in which the Lagoon stallion approached them. Fell could only communicate with the roan male exactly the same way as he had been with the black mare; coarse, silent, and with a lot of flashy physical display.

The only difference here was the ‘display’ part of the equation. Fell had never been in a real fight before, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think he had a chance against the towering sooty stallion. He also knew that just hopping around and flailing wouldn’t convince him that Fell meant business; that was something only business could achieve. This was not flirting, and this stallion would see right through any little dance Fell performed for him. At least if he got his ass handed to him, he’d probably get a sick scar out of it, and maybe even learn a thing or two.

He needed no further convincing. Confident in his dumbass decision, the Marwari leapt silently forward, jaws agape, and snapped savagely up at the red stallion’s throat.

FELL

stallion. 16hh. black. marwari x. Rougaru x visurix.