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Posted on November 14, 2019 at 00:58:44 AM by CAIN
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If anything, he only sneered wider when his ears caught the stallion's curse. Sure, he didn't know a word he was saying but he knew enough that the stallion wasn't happy to see him. Good. He wanted the other to curse his very presence, but to feel it in every little move he made while in the Desert. This was Cain's home and since the other had yet to submit to his leadership or even just to apologize for tresspassing, he had no sympathy for the stallion's situation. As he told the stallion he wasn't where he belonged, the stallion actually dared to speak a language he understood this time. He told Cain that HE was the on who didn't belong. In response, Cain threw up his head in a laugh before snorting and shaking out his mane. He glared at the stallion. "I failed to see your claim on the Desert when I came here, boy-o. Perhaps I mistook it for a mare's scent. Might want to get that checked." His eyes narrowed in challenge as he swished his tail. Even so, his ears flicked forward in satisfaction when the stallion ducked to the side and put some distance between them. Good. At least he knew what Cain wanted, unlike some other stallions he'd run into on the islands. As for the mare, he was already baffled before she even spoke a word. Why was it that even as he tried to get more polite with his greetings, most still had an inclination to give him a look that he was nothing more than a piece of chewed up gum on the bottom of someone's shoe? He didn't crowd her space or come in with claiming nips and masculine displays against the stallion. He was getting better, yet still she looked like he'd called her a hag and asking what hole she crawled out of. Mares. He shook out his mane. Maybe there really was no understanding them. He could practically smell the distaste rolling off her in waves. Whatever. Can't please everyone. When she made to lecture him right off the back though, his ears flicked back and he raised his head in displeasure, his tail swishing as he took a daring step toward her. "A leader charges wherever the hell he may be needed, princess, so you can stick your lectures where the sun don't shine. I'm afraid to burst your little delusion bubble but I've owned this land for weeks now and I'm sure you came across my scent the moment you come on shore. At this rate, I could give two shits about your name. You want to stand on this sand? Join my herd and we'll settle this like adults. Otherwise, get the hell off my island." He eyed her with another snort and stomped his hoof. She wasn't the first mare who tried to tell him what he can and can't do and she wouldn't be the last, but he wouldn't let anyone come into his home and talk to him like that. Maybe he'd tolerate it from his own mares, cause they were his to protect and they were precious. But her? She could take her queenly attitude somewhere else, for all he cared. She wasn't worth the trouble. Cain_stallion_5yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert photo by happinesseater@deviantart |
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