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bite me
Posted on November 5, 2019 at 01:05:22 AM by CAIN



He knew the minute she'd figured out that he was blocking her from the water cause he watched her jerk and buck forward. His lips curled even more into a sneer. Good, she was a quick learner. He could practically see her trembling, wanting to do more than just sit here but she was incapacitated and he would use that to his full advantage. Why shouldn't he? He was desperate to add mares to his herd, especially with fall right on their doorstep. When the other stallion and mare appeared, he sensed some of the tension leaving the air around the blind mare and he gnashed his teeth. No, he liked her fear better. He heard the mare respond to the other, telling her to get her the hell out of here and he roared his defiance. Even as the mare attempted to lead the blind one away, he lunged forward at the stallion, pushing to drive him back before he would then make his way closer and closer to the two mares.

He wasn't letting her go so easily. Even as the second mare leaned against HIS mare, his nostrils flared and he screamed again. How dare she touch one he had claimed as his own! He continued his motions, driving at the other stallion to push him back with bites and flails of his fore legs before he would then turn to the mares and charge after them, only to turn back and continue driving the other stallion if he continued to pester him. He kept one ear on the mares, listening as the second one tried to speak and apparently to console the blind one. Did they really think he would give up that easily? What true stallion would? He snorted forcefully before making his way once more over to them, one ear back in case the other stallion continued to think he could have his way. He charged right at them, aiming to place himself right between the mares as he screamed in defiance toward the one who had tried to lead his away.

"She is MINE. Unless you plan on joining her, I suggest you go on your merry way. It is almost breeding season after all and you smell d-i-v-i-n-e." He emphasized the last word slowly, hoping she would be disgusted enough to back off. He didn't expect it with as much of a pain as she'd been so far but a guy could dream, right? He then turned toward the blind mare. "I hope you don't plan on being this much trouble all the time. I'll admit, I don't mind the workout, but I don't even have foals yet and you've already got me herding you like children. Can't we call a truce?" His eyes twinkled with mischief, waiting for the defiant response he was sure to get. If he had to take on all three to get her to the desert, by golly, he'd wear the scars with pride. His skin shivered as the blood continued to trickle down his fore leg from the kick she gave to his chest.

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