Overhead, the gloomy mural of the sky seems to paint a reflection of his mind. The swirling shadows of the clouds are like the dark thoughts that circle endlessly, eclipsing the light of the sun and transforming day into dusk. There is a crackle of electricity to the leaden air; the threat of an impending storm that looms over Atlantis. It is a primal force, and Rade finds himself consumed and controlled by it; long-dormant instincts claw their way to the surface of his character as he turns away from the sea, the molten gold of his eyes hardening into cool amber as they alight on the familiar earthen mare.

Unable to drive the intruding mare from his lands without use of excessive force, the palomino had permitted the woman to remain. The memory of this forced conciliation, and the smart of his humiliation as he meets her blank, careless blue stare, is all it takes to drive him over the edge and into the same abyss which Styrke had frequented. Rade lunges forward with a squeal and a pounding of hooves, curving his body around hers and thrusting his skull forward as his teeth grasp for the mare's croup. Before his jaws can clamp shut on flesh or air, however, the reason behind his recent tension and transformation becomes evident. He is not fueled by bitter resentment or mindless violence - it is testosterone that has driven him to attack, and that drives him now into a new course of action as Rade, instead of checking his momentum, allows it to carry him around to her hindquarters, and then up. His brief tolerance of her defiance is over - the mare will be shown her place.

He dismounts deftly, bracing himself for the inevitable retaliation but making no efforts to avoid it. Rade feels invincible; nothing the woman does can change what has just happened; for the moment, he is in control. A smirk curves the corners of his lips upward as his golden muzzle is extended to caress the curve her flank. When he finally speaks, his honeyed voice is heavily sarcastic and mocking.

“Might as well make yourself useful if you're going to stick around, hmm?”

stallion // mongrel // 15.1hh // 4 // palomino roan // reba
neassa x debonaire