Common

It was the squeal of the mare that gave away their scuffle.


Ashteroth lifted her head from the grasses she had been plucking at. Ears perking, she held her breath so her muscle lined body stood as still as the trees that towered over her. Although she did not hear another cry, the painted mare could faintly hear the pounding sound of hoof fall, and it instantly sent adrenaline pulsing through her veins. Another lagoon cur out tormenting an innocent?


Wasting no more time, and forgetting the pleasant, quiet meal she’d been having; Ashteroth broke into a gallop that brought her deeper into the Commons and seemingly closer to the shoreline. Was she too late to save the poor mare? The blazing bright red color slowed Ashteroth, but it was the multi-colored stallion that brought her to a complete halt.


Frozen, Ashteroth could only stare in shock as it was her brother that caused such ruckus with the mare. The twin she had left behind that wore his princely crown so righteously would have never done something like this. Clearly something had changed, and Ashteroth had to remind herself that she had too. It was time to prove to herself that it had been worth it.


Black ears tucking into her mane, neck arching so that her chin almost bumped her broad muscled chest, Ashteroth picked up a long strided trot that ate up the remaining ground between them. Without letting doubt or hesitation stop her, the Peak mare shoved herself between the stranger and her twin. Unlike her interaction with Loup-garu, her flesh did not charge with heat to flush her cheeks. It did not fill her with wild desires, or the need for violence. She didn’t try to lash out with her rock chipped hooves, or cut the flesh of his chest or upper front legs with bites. Instead, she tried to present herself just like the mountain she now called home as she stood between mare and stallion.


“Clearly your not her type.” She snapped in greeting, despite how it made her heart ache. How she longed to extend her muzzle and brush it along her now grown brother’s face. He didn’t even smell like home, and it left her with more questions than she could ask. “Enough”




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