He surprised her once more. The majority of males she had come across, when confronted with her unyielding attitude, thought better of it and left her to be, but not this one. No the red-painted stallion seemed hell bent on keeping her company for one reason or another and ironically enough it raised him up in her eyes. Fortitude was a virtue to be respected, lost too often by those only in chase of the easy targets and not willing to fight for what they wanted. Tenacity she could respect. So as he charged in to her space once more, pushing and shoving with teeth aimed at her face she lets out a hellacious scream, lips peeled back from her own yellowed teeth as her head jerks up. Still he meets a mark and her eyes roll as his teeth pinch and no doubt bruise the area directly below her left cheekbone. The scream turns to a deep growl, rumbling in her chest as he slams perpendicular to her mousey-painted form.

She returns his attack, her larger head snaking out toward his now presented crest and shoulder before he rises up and shoves in to her rib cage. By pure instinct she rears up alongside him, not in a position to do any real damage but it is simply the sheer fact that she must retaliate tit-for-tat with him. She pulls hard to the left and away from him as she lands with a resounding thud, his words echoing around them as she shifts her weight forward and falls in to a break neck run. She is surprised that he can keep up, this the last piece as she decides to give him what he has been working toward this day. With a crash they are in the ocean, her allowing him to drive him as he will.

Her large form breaks free of the ocean once more before his, salty water running in rivulets over every inch of her body. She knows he is behind her but does not wait for him to join her on the shore, politely asking where to go, instead she dives deeper in to the territory. Her azure gaze sweeps her surroundings as her long limbs carry her in to the dunes, sweeping sands almost as far as the eye can see. Her nostrils flare, catching the scent of at least one other stallion and more than a few mares on the winds. Her wet mane and tail flagged behind her in tattered dreadlocks, carrying on until he managed to stop her. Nothing would come easy to him.