Ours is the fury. Posted on January 5, 2015 at 02:02:38 AM by Asp
“I know where you’re from,’ Asp began, his voice a biting cold thing that matched the wintery atmosphere.
He shook his head and studied the other stallion for a long moment, wondering if he could take him in a fight if it came down to it. He knew that Valentine’s body language screamed friend and not foe, but he was wary of a stallion who did not teach the proper respect to his children.
“I met your boy the other day,’ he continued, his tone still hard but his ears flicked forward. Perhaps, in a way, he was curious.
“He snuck into my forest and needed his mother to save him when I ushered him out.”
‘Ushering him out’ was putting it lightly. Asp had flung himself at the colt, a whirling dervish of angry hooves and teeth.
Asp snorted, his forelock falling in front of his eyes.
“Next time he may not be so lucky to return to you unscathed.”
In other words, there had better not be a next time. Replies: