As the palomino put up a ferocious defense, he could feel a small part of him amused, and well impressed. Impressed that he had overpowered this mare, he had always been the type that would smooth talk his way into their heart. Now he had forced his dominance, he wouldn't lie and say he hadn't enjoyed the rush. He watches her reaction to his claiming mark, her recoil and the squeals that she threw at him. A smirk plays at the edge of his lips, she was doing her best to defend herself but it would not be enough. She was going to come home with him, she was his. His ears flatten into his ebony mess of mane as she snakes her head towards him, snapping her teeth. He could feel the rush of air as she missed her mark, her teeth landing on his muscled neck. A grunt escapes his lips, he knew that she could not grab ahold of any hide.
"Don't touch me and stay away from me" A deep rumble rolls from his chest. "Oh Azariah, you know that I can not do that. You are mine, and like it or not, I am the only one you have on these Lost Islands." He points out that her sister had left, not even giving a backward glance.
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As his hooves touch the ashen sand of the Inlet's shores, a immediate comfort washes over the grullo. He had made it home to the Inlet without any further complications. He drops his head lower, his ears buried in his ebony mess of mane as he drives her up the beach. Mimicking each of her movements, insuring that she would not try to return to the commons. If only she knew that her sister was on the same island, that luck had been on her side. But he would not tell her this information until she decided to warm up to the idea of being on her own with him.
The herd appears on the horizon, huddled up next to a stand of trees. He eyes them, counting them quietly, insuring that they were safe. As Azariah branches off, he follows her. At-least he could try to start a conversation. "Let's try this... I am Dögun. "