I’ll keep the door open
in case you come home
It pleases Fell that the blue-eyed mare does not immediately reject him. His confidence grows a little, and he feels slightly less awkward than he had when he initially approached. He is not good at friendly interaction; his first language is brutality, but he has discovered in his short life that play is a close second. His first meeting with Blue had been a friendly but violent spar, and they had bonded over their blows. He is not so confident just yet as to initiate a fight with this mare for her affection, but this little dance they are beginning is parallel in nature and Fell navigates it much the same way.
Her squeal tells him that she has a voice, but the roan mare says no words as she slams her front hoof into the ground at him. The rapid movement and sharp whack of hoof into frozen earth arouse Fell’s energy further, and he presses a sharp breath through his nose that would have been a responding grunt if he had more of a voice to give it sound. He keeps his distance, watchful of her, making note of her curiosity and the ears that do not pin back. His tail cracks against his side, and he tosses his head back once, sending forelock away from the solid black pane of his face, marked with scars, no white hairs.
The dynamic here is different than what he is used to. He wavers between wanting to spar and wanting to see how close she will let him. He is energized by her strike at the ground and the sharp sound of her squeal, and he feels that it is difficult now to stand still. She is waiting for him to make another move, and for a moment the two of them are watchful of each other, calculating.
Fell gives another whicker, another shake of his wavy black mane, and he paws the ground in front of him. He draws his chin to his chest, his thick neck arching. Then he boldly lunges forward, “tagging” the blue mare by flashing his teeth at the air close to her without making contact, and immediately dashes away. He is inviting her to chase him, a slightly more peaceful game than an outright spar, but it still allows him an outlet for excess energy. He pauses a short distance away, peering over his shoulder at her, ready to bolt should she come after him.
FELL
stallion. 16hh. black. marwari x. Rougaru x visurix.
