A large figure strode from the shadows toward her and Miriella felt her lower belly tighten in fear. Every bit of her instincts screamed at her to roll her eyes, kick out and dart off, to run away from him and race herself back to the Prairie where she could be defended and safe. But Miriella, dumbly stubborn, stood her ground and lifted her proud chin higher, deciding she would not show the stallion any fear.
Too young herself to recognize the marks of similar youth in him, Miriella was intimidated by his size as he drew closer. Even larger than the gray Atlantis stallion, this one towered over her, throwing a shadow across her when he’d neared close enough. Miriella snorted, tossing her head and kicking out at him with her back leg, though only half-heartedly, purposefully missing making any contact against his body. Her coat was still warm where he’d gripped the ripple of white-flecked gold and nipped her, and she pulled her ears back as she fixed him with a glare. He was crowding in, trying to move her, and Miriella’s pale hooves stumbled back the direction he pushed her, instinct letting him drive her.
“Where do you think you’re pushing me?” She snapped, fighting against instincts and planting her hooves hard into the ground, refusing to move for him. If he bumped into her, she’d kick at him again and try to establish a cushion of space between them. She still had little intention of actually hurting him unless he grew more physical with her.
Just because Miriella had decided she was going to let her fate be decided (even by a brute like this unnamed, large, handsome and frightening stallion) she had never claimed she’d go quietly.
“Why on earth would I want to go anywhere with you?”
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