Ours is the fury. Posted on December 28, 2014 at 09:06:05 PM by Asp
He swam after her, his legs pulling him swiftly along behind her. After some time, the tree covered Luthien appeared in the distance, and he pushed himself harder.
When he finally beached on the rocky shore, Dragonmaw was already bolted for the trees. Not bothering to give himself a shake (something he might regret later on, but for now sticking with his wayward mare was what instinct told him) he took off after her, his head lowering and his ears flattening. He caught up to her and snaked his head down, pressuring her until he was content that his little mare had gone far enough into the trees.
The place still smelled heavily of the cream colored stallion, and Asp’s ears flick back as he caught the male’s scent on the wind. It would fade with time, as all things did, but for now it made him uneasy and anxious.
He circled around his spotted Dragonmaw a few times until he was satisfied his paranoia was just that--paranoia. Then he lowered his head and took up a bite of grass, appreciating the taste for a moment before he brought his head back up and focused his ears on the mare. Replies: There have been no replies.