Ours is the fury. Posted on January 3, 2015 at 08:48:13 PM by Asp
The mare came and intercepted Asp’s attack, and the red dun stallion had to drive his hind legs beneath him to keep himself from slamming right into her. As it was, he came dangerously close (close enough for her to bite him) to her, and stood snorting as his ears laid flat against his head.
There was a glare in his eyes meant only for the two intruders, and the only thing that was keeping him from continuing to drive them out was the fact that the mare was alone.
Well, alone as far as Asp was concerned. The boy was not a threat.
Dragonmaw approached (curse her for never staying where he told her to!) and Asp uncertainly backed off from the other mare, deciding to keep his spotted lady as far away from the colt as possible. She was more important than the two from the Prairie.
He circled around her and came to a halt, shielding her from the wandering eyes of the colt. He was terribly tense as his instincts were torn in three different directions--chasing the colt, keeping the mare, protecting his mare--and he pawed at the ground in frustration.
Dragonmaw spoke all that Asp would have had to say, and then in an explosion of tension (Asp had never been a patient man, except where his lady was concerned) Asp decided to do all three things he’d been wanting to do all at once. With snapping teeth, he snaked at Dragonmaw to drive her back into the trees. Then, he dove headfirst toward the colt and the mare, circling around to try and weasel himself between them all the while trying to keep the mare on the side closest to Dragonmaw and the Forest.
If push came to shove, so be it. Asp had had enough of ‘pleasantries.’ Replies: