Braemar has, in the past, been no stranger to biting off more than he can chew. He has been in many brawls with stallions larger and stronger than he, and since he’s come to the islands he’s had several encounters with mares that he can only describe as like “climbing a tree”. But these have all been situations he thrust himself into willingly; so far, in his time on the islands, he hasn’t had to face any serious consequences of his questionable decisions.
But today, it seems fate has offered him a very different kettle of fish. Braemar has tried very hard the past year not to think about the horrible things he did last breeding season. Seeing one of his victims in the flesh, therefore, is a shock to the system. His mind is spinning, his gut clenching as he pivots to make his hasty retreat - only to walk straight into a veritable giant of a stallion, the beast’s firm chest muscles colliding with Braemar’s face like a brick wall.
With a grunt, Braemar backpedals and jerks his head back, his thick silver forelock flopping into his face. Where are you off to in such a hurry, pony boy? the stranger taunts him, and Braemar looks up to glimpse the giant looking down at him. With the mare behind him, Braemar feels cornered, and his heart begins to thump with mild panic. Pinning his ears back and curling his lip, he makes to brush past the stallion.
“Mind yer own fuckin’ business, pal,” he snarls.
[ooc: up to you guys whether you want to continue the confrontation. if not, he’ll exit the thread here ^^]
5; highland pony; dapple gray; 14.0hh |
