Well if this wasn’t just absolutely annoying...

The patchwork stallion gives a hard snort, sending a plume of hot breath into the chilly air. Russet ears tilt backward in agitation as the beast stomps a hoof onto the frost-encrusted earth. He was a desert stallion, sleek and slender. He is built for hot sands and the dry cold of desert nights. This wet muck surrounding the mountain mares home only furthered his resolve to return home. This place was not fit for even mice. How it was that these fierce mares not only chose to live here but seemed to enjoy it… Cato feels certain he would never understand.

And he had been lost to a group of mares… MARES no less!

Once more disgust and frustration struggle to control the masculine features of his handsome face as pale blue eyes glare at the pale woman from beneath thick red lashes. Damn mares. Teeth clench together as he fights off a shiver of cold and resolves to give his thin coat a shake, ridding most of the damp blanket that has settled across his white and red rump. Once more his gaze follows the pale-faced mare as she moves effortlessly through the snow-covered hills, unfazed by the cold, or at least, putting on a damn good show if it in front of her captive.

Determined not to be outdone by a mare, the stallion gives his muscular neck a shake, tossing his finely dished head to rid the damp forelock from his vision field. Spite and stubbornness bring him alongside her now as she comes to a halt on a narrow hillock overlooking the snow-covered peaks of the mountain mare’s home. ’I better not hear of your causing my sisters any trouble.’ The words are clearly meant to warn him as she turns to face him with equally hard eyes. A mischievous smile played across his handsome features as the weather-worn beast tilted his head just enough to offer her a side-long glance. ”Probably something you should have considered before dragging me here, Dontcha think?” The droll in his words is lazy but the humor promises something else entirely.

’As long as you promise no harm to anyone here and promise to protect….’ she continues on causing him to stifle a laugh and turn to face her. She was no petite little mare like the one his mother was but neither was she so tall that he did not manage to bring himself eye level with her as he stepped forward. Russet-colored ears disappear beneath the thick mantle of his red and white mane as the stallion speaks, his voice laced with venom. ”Hold on there missy.” he snaps, the amusement and humor gone from his eyes as he continues. A sneer slides across his ashen lips as he speaks. ” I've never harmed mare or child. My parents raised me better than that. However, protecting YOUR herd? Ha! You cannot seriously expect me to risk my pretty little neck for your herd, can you? Isn't that your responsibility?” he purs, cocking a back hoof in the snow as he searches her pale face for what is sure to be a surprised and no doubt pissy little mare response. No reason not to have a little fun while he was here. At least for now.


Cato chestnut overo | 5yrs | stallion | 15hh | Nyimara x Rafe