Had the black and white painted man known that the other had never fought another stallion he might have scoffed at him. However, Orkaan had no knowledge of the brute, minus that he was currently a pain in his rear-end. Though not old by most standards, the friesian mutt had had his share of brawls before travelling back to the islands. Some had been nothing more than a few nips but others had been excruciating. Driving him to fight to the point of near insanity. Those took longer to recover from, not only physically but mentally as well. The anger that burned behind his orbs, the flesh ripping beneath his teeth and the heat that radiated from his body. It was like a memory he could touch.
When Koray jumped backward from his attack, a smug grin of satisfaction etched itself across his maw. Good. He should be afraid. Harks still flat against his cranium, he narrowed his amber eyes and debated whether the stag was worth getting into an all out fight with at that moment. Perhaps I will bide my time. His glance returned to Vita Nova whom the other had pushed into the water when he sprang away. Such an unhappy mare - it seemed he would have to be the one to fix that. ”Coward.” He spat the word at the titan, shaking his head. Orkaan liked to meddle. Sticking his nose in other’s business was his specialty. To be told not to? It only served to increase his appetite.
”You will see me again soon. I never let a threat go unfulfilled.”
Snorting disdainfully he then flicked an ear toward the mare and winked at her. She had not seen the last of him either. Not only could he play the hero (which he believed himself to be great at) but he could enjoy tormenting another stallion in the process. How delightful. With that he turned on his heels to return to the inlet. What a day.
orkaan
friesian mutt | 6 winters | black tobiano | male | Inlet King