Never mind
Turn back time
You'll be fine
I will get left behind
(Cw for swearing lmao)
Immediately upon his approach, the painted roan mare scrambled to put him between herself and her opponent. He had not seen the venom with which she had goaded the other woman, nor had he any inkling of their relationship, abusive though it might have been, before this outburst. Truth be told, Romulus didn’t really
care. He didn’t even truly understand why he had inserted himself into what was
clearly none of his goddamn business. Would he rush forward like this to stop two stallions fighting? Absolutely not; he wasn’t
that dense. Even the cries of the painted roan did not tug on any heartstrings; if anything, they grated on his nerves ever so slightly, although he tried to hide it.
Ignoring the mare pressed tightly against his side, Romulus turned to address the spotted attacker, but was interrupted before he could even think of what to say. Her kick caught him right in the jaw, slamming his teeth together and filling his mouth with the taste of blood.
Romulus was slow to anger, but even these few short seconds he had spent in the company of these two was enough to make his blood hot. He cared more about his self-control than he did about appearances or composure, so when the spotted mare kicked him, Romulus swore and spat blood. “What the
fuck,” he snarled, but he did not lash out in retaliation. Truly, he wasn’t surprised. “God, what did I expect.”
The spotted mare spat blood as well, and fixed the roan paint with a volcanic stare. She began to circle Romulus and the mare stuck to his side, and while the grullo stallion was
not listening to what she was saying, it was impossible to miss her final demand as she lunged toward the defensive pair. Romulus shoved the roan mare away from him, rearing up to meet the furious woman with his own hooves and teeth. At this point it was less in defense of the painted mare and more in defense of himself; he had fucked up, and gotten himself well and truly entangled in this mess. As the spotted mare’s teeth collided with the flesh of his neck where it met with his shoulder, Romulus snarled, surging forward in an attempt to shove the dark woman away.
“Fucking christ,” he growled, backing away as soon as he had a gap to do so. “Why did I bother?” He whipped toward the roan overo mare, and pinned his ears. “The hell are you still doing here? Scram,” he snapped, and snaked his head down at her, driving her away from her attacker, before turning
once again to face the spotted mare.
“And you,” he barked, blue eyes blazing, ready to deflect any further attacks. “What is your problem?”
