Pink nose flared as her breath still came heavy; exhilaration filling her blood with fire and burning away the pain from her wounds. Ebony legs made each step with purpose until she reached the rise to overlook the unsuspecting herd. A smile pulled at her pink lips, the expression carrying a wicked curve. Though she had not challenge for them, only the land, she wondered just how many would abandon Warsaw now that he had finally failed.


Knotted black tail snapped at her flanks as she tossed her white face towards the sky, her wild mane dancing in the wind before resting down upon her sweat laden neck. It felt good to be on top, although she was aware it could not last forever. Regardless, the scarred blue roan drew in a deep breath and released it in a bellowing call of dominance and authority. This was hers, and they damn well knew it now.

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