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He chuckled, the sound a low rumble as his eyes darkened. As a boy, he'd always been the rational, responsible, cautious twin. The goody two shoes of the twins, a caretaker and protector. Now that he was free of the yokes his father had placed on him? He had no compunction doing what others did and just taking what he wanted. What was the point of playing nice if playing nice got him nowhere?

Less than nowhere, in fact. It had put him in a position where his own father had traded him away to save his own hide.

Besides, Asmodeus had heard plenty of stories of what Solomon was like back when he was somebody that mattered. Someone that the islands paid attention to. He'd been sure of himself, confident and demanding. Had taken what he wanted, the exact same way that Nyimara took what she wanted. Why should he be any different?

The red mare bristled at his proximity and voiced her choice, earning another low chuckle. With this sort of perverted permission, the tobiano chimera pressed in toward her quickly, seeking to close the gap between their bodies before she could lash out at him with her hooves. Weight and size wise they were pretty evenly matched, but Asmodeus had been practicing his sparring with his brothers and parents since he was a young colt and relied on that knowledge now. He didn't bother with trying to convince her with words anymore, just placed himself behind her and began trying to shove her toward the Desert. If she decided to dig her heels in and just not move, he would have to switch tactics, but he opted for simple first, hoping it would be the most expedient.