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Fell (Blackie),

She would be lying if she said that the contact between their bodies was not pleasing. She would be lying even more if she said that the faint metallic twang of blood that blossoms amid the choking dust and sand did not excite her. In truth, it made her blood boil as the adrenaline began to beat a course through her veins, causing her to shift back and forth on slender legs in anticipation. His blunt teeth scrape across the dock of her tail and he is rewarded with yet another shrill squeal and half-hearted buck. He peels away from her, but does not leave in defeat. The look in his eyes caused her mahogany ears to perk forward with intrigue. This could be fun. A malicious smile curves across her pink lips as ivory lashes blink away the sting of his bite.

And yet, as quickly as blackie’s attention had been on her, it suddenly shifted and instead of trying again to snap and bite his way to victory, he lunges at smoky who in turn slams on the brakes in an attempt to avoid the vicious attack. It doesn’t work. Warduna has always been either the receiver or deliverer of practice battles, never an observer. Watching now as the two powerful stallions collide and exchange blows, it was exhilarating. Still, she preferred to be the center of attention.

The snarky remarks that she lashes at them both are met with amusement. Now she is all for picking on the weaker link but to have them both seem to find entertainment in her threats is infuriating. Blackie’s laughter is all but drowned out by the smug snort and sarcastic comment of smoky. Self righteous bastard.

A choked laugh hangs in her own throat as tiny cupped ears once more bury themselves beneath the tangle of her creamy white mane. Thick tail snaps audibly against her ankles as Warduna lifts her alabaster head. ”And I suppose the likes of you simply MUST come to their rescue right? Save them because they physically cannot help themselves?” she says, her words dripping in honeyed venom as she fixes Smoky in her pale gaze. ”Is that what you do? Make mares beg for you to take them beneath you simply because of your chivalry?” This time she laughs and the laugh is as much mockery as it is amusement. Boy was he barking up the wrong tree. She had seen her mother give in to stallion after stallion after stallion. Honestly, she was running out of names for all the one night stands. She had been there as mother grew fat with unborn child AND birthed foals. She had no interest in becoming a willing partner to any of it. They never seemed to stick around anyway.

Blackie, seeming to think he was being left out of the conversation, chose this moment to make his move. Were she foolish enough to let him move beyond her peripheral vision, perhaps he might actually have gotten away with it. This time, he lunges towards her neck with dark jaws parted and pale teeth gleaming. Those dangerously alluring yellow-gold eyes glitter with determination and anger. The game is on again.

This time, she forgets about the smoky stallion and his little spotty butt shadow and instead focuses her attention entirely on blackie. Instead of rearing in an attempt to pull her head and neck out of his reach, or lunging forward in an attempt to flee from him, Warduna turns. Shifting her weight, she pivots on her heels and snakes her head towards him, thrusting the point of her shoulder into his own. At the same moment, she drops her head towards his knees with her own jaws parted in hopes of connecting with his already bloodied front legs. With her weight adjusted, she shoves her weight against him, hoping the two attacks might draw him off balance enough to force him to back up or at the very least put some space between them.

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