Ours is the fury. Posted on December 28, 2014 at 09:18:21 PM by Asp
Asp knew he was there long before he saw him weaving through the trees.
He’d come from the direction of the other territory on the island, and Asp bristled and stomped a hoof, uncertain about leaving Dragonmaw to herself. She had a habit to wander, and if the Forest was a target of the Lagoon…
Perhaps the bachelors were not content to let the new inhabitant rest easily (which was fine; Asp welcomed a brawl with those too stupid, old, or young to have their own turf.)
He could not understand why a stallion would not teach his son never to wander into another’s personal property, unless it was with a fight in mind. As Asp left his spotted lady to fend for herself (“Shortly,’ he promised--and perhaps warned, I’ll return shortly.”) he picked up a trot and barrelled himself at the intruder, intending to teach the curious colt a lesson in respect.
Asp came down on the boy like a dragon, snorting and bellowing his offence.
“Out,’ he hollered, his ears back and his tail sticking out behind him like a war banner streaming in the wind. There was a threat in his eyes and his body language that said the kid had best move. Replies: