A battle cry.
The sound is one that she was taught from her youngest years and one that brought her head up and neck curled to protectively shield the vital jugular vein in her throat. Raven tipped ears snap backwards, burying beneath the thick mantle of obsidian mane that cascades heavily down the coiled serpentine. Pale, silver eyes cast about her in search of the source of the call, only when she is both physically and mentally prepared to defend herself. This is far from the welcome home she expected to find.
There. A blur of gold glitters as the sunlight bounces off his rippling body. Even before the overwhelming stench of his testosterone soaked musk is brought to her on the winds, Khar’pern recognizes him. "Cullen." The name is spit from her lips like poison being drawn from an open wound.
He has aged, the prominent dark lines around his eyes and on his muzzle far more gray than they used to be. Despite the change of years, still the hatred and disgust is clear as he makes a beeline in her direction. ’Good.’ she growls to herself, dropping her head an octave and spreading her forelimbs just a bit for balance. She is ready for him. So focused is she on the approaching stallion, that she does not even register the mare’s approach or guttural growl of her voice filled with rage until the whirlwind of red and white is upon them.
A single dial twitches forward as the no name mare’s teeth snap audibly towards the golden stallion’s pale tail. It was not the attack she would have used but hey, who was she to turn down even unwanted help.
Within seconds her attention once again shifts to the stallion, shifting her stance to dodge the spray of black dirt from his sliding hooves. She shifts the weight of her body from her hind legs to her front left as she pivots towards him. Like a viper, her long coiled neck releases, parted jaws revealing blunt yellowing teeth that aim for the exposed flesh along his neck and shoulders. With any luck, his attention would be diverted towards the attack behind him and leave her a clear shot at his throat. If somehow he manages to avoid that, well, let's just say she is familiar with just how easily a bite to the neck can bleed from the slightest scratch.
