Perhaps in another time and in the face of a different stallion Khar'pern might have felt something akin to understanding or even perhaps pity for the stallion. It must have been hard, attaching oneself to a single partner. Perhaps that was the main reason why Khar preferred to pick her match for a single night and let that be the end of it. Now this is not to say that her past encounter with Gent had been painful, in fact she had quite enjoyed it... but she had no wish to attach herself to him as a meek little lamb and follow excitedly in his every hoofprint. She had Thara and that was all she needed of it.

This season she had made no plans for breeding. She did not necessarily hate motherhood but it was a hindrance having to stop and feel her filly and linger on the lower hillocks instead of racing along the mountain spine high above the clouds where the air grew thin. Of course Thara was growing now and fully capable of feeding herself and rarely needed Khar anymore save for the comfort of her mother's side. It was pleasant but well it was not the goal she had for her life.

Raider took another step after her, his ears pressed against his muscular neck. She snorts at him again, alabaster whipcord lashing with an audible snap against her flank. "Seems to me you were the foolish one. Love.. HA! I thought you manly stallions rebukes such foolish filly notions" she taunted.

He keeps his gaze locked upon her, and for the moment she watches him like she would a rattling viper. If she could just divert his attention long enough perhaps she could make a run for it, lose herself among the reeds and thick mangrove thickets. She glances to the thickly populated treeline. In that moment, her attention diverted he makes his move. Her voice is a scream of outrage as he is upon her, his teeth raking across the tender flesh of her rump. Definantly she cowkicks, her sore hock throbbing and unwilling to bare the weight of a full on kick or race for freedom. He sidles behind her now, the weight of his muscular chest baring down on her already weary legs. "You wouldn't dare!" she screams, raging burning in her lungs as she attempts to dislodge him with a few feeble hops. She feels him press against her flesh, his hard body shoving beyond the tender barriers of her flesh. Outrage hisses from her lips as gives her proud head a toss attempting in the lead to leave him with a bloodied nose.

5yrs | mare | Egyptian Arabian | dapple rose gray | 14.2hh | bound to no one | valkyrie of the peak