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There was a brief moment, as Fell surged toward the silver-haired mare, that he saw something in her eyes as she looked at him. He did not pause to consider whether it was appreciation, mischief, or something else entirely. Instead, he continued forward to press his blunt teeth against her skin.

Fell was certainly not expecting to just get away with this action. The silver-haired mare exploded at him, swinging around to launch a fierce kick at his leg, but such were the risks of Fell’s preferred approach. He was prepared, and had already shifted his weight onto his hindquarters in order to pivot slightly away. Still, she was wickedly fast, and her hoof caught him in the leg with a blossom of pain. He gritted bis teeth as he felt blood trickle down toward his feathered hoof, and chose to ignore the injury. He had swung to her other side as he attempted (and failed) to dodge her kick, and sent a second, far more forceful bite at her tail, before splitting away from her entirely. He intended to circle around, putting some space between them so that he could snake his dark head out and begin to drive her into the sea.

At least, that was the plan. He was entirely focused on the little mare and did not noticed the second stallion approach until he felt the teeth graze his solid black coat. It made him finally give pause, even though the interruption was no more a surprise than the mare’s retaliation. Just ask her, the painted stallion said, and continued to speak, but Fell had stopped listening. He rounded on the shorter male, ears pinned, jaws agape and ready to deliver a punishing bite. He had been irritated already by the intrusion, but he was infuriated at being spoken to like someone who had any choice in how they communicated. Like a child.

The little mare was not forgotten as Fell lunged, once, for the bachelor. His temper had flared dangerously, but was almost immediately tempered by the rising need to possess the silver-haired woman. He could not lose himself in his rage, not right now, but if he could just lose the stallion —

He did not hear the painted man speak, because as he did so (and as Fell was beginning to turn back toward the mare) another bachelor joined their little gathering. This was surpassing the standard interruptions of a claiming transaction, and becoming a nuisance. His control was slipping — he was beginning to consider letting go of the silver haired mare for the time being, and hunting her down again later if she ran. Bachelors be damned, he would collect her, now or later.

He was on the edge of giving up the mare in favor of shedding the lanky Lagoon stallion’s blood (he had not listened to a word the spotted boy had said) when his prize actually stepped up and spoke. She gave all three of them a proper lashing, but Fell was only half-paying attention, and it was only because he found it amusing that she might berate the stallions who had attempted to come to her rescue.

When she turned to Fell with her threats, the black Marwari stallion’s amusement abruptly caught fire. His fury, which had not so much dispersed as simply paused for the moment, came flaring back. He laughed at her, but it was a cruel laugh, an uncaring laugh. Threaten me all you want, tiny creature, he snapped silently, bursting into motion toward her. It won’t make a damn bit of difference.

Bachelors forgotten, Fell reached with open jaws again for the silver-haired woman, but this time he had no intention of driving her. He was out of patience, and leaving her to deal with the two offending stallions was no longer an option. This time, he aimed for the crest of her neck, because by god he would drag her to the Bay by the fucking hair if he had to.

FELL

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