ours is the fury. Posted on December 8, 2014 at 05:26:51 PM by Asp
“You will need to try harder than that.”
Fine. He would.
Asp started forward, his head low in preparation to snake her away from her bed of water. The partially bald-faced mare would relinquish whatever hold she had on the Forest and the stream, because it was his.
She should be his, too.
He didn’t get as close to her as he’d hoped; instead, a pale something came charging out of the trees and into his barrel, to which Asp responded with an “Oof!” and a stagger to the side. Apparently he’d been too caught up in the mare to notice the stallion and with an offended squeal, he took flight. Just as the other male’s hind legs came out to strike him, fast as a cobra.
Asp was certain he felt the wind from the kick jostle his tail. He cursed his ill luck, ducking his head down and squealing loudly again as his hooves dug into the soft earth and powered his body out.
Out, away.
For now.
“You will need to try harder than that.”
Asp would be back. Expecting to take the Forest without a fight had been wishful thinking.
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