So it begins.

Cullen charges Macabre as she charges him. They run towards each, neither letting up, with murder in their eyes and aggression in their hearts. Cullen knows killing this mare would be his ultimate goal in harming the Peak. They would fall at his hooves and the world would forever whisper in name in fear. He was unafraid as the chestnut mare drew close, unafraid as her hot breath caressed his skin. Her teeth pinch at his chest, and more places he didn't care to bother with because his main focus was harming her back. Harming her so well that she was never the same. So well that all these on looking faces were too scared to step in and help.

Bozena was right after Macabre, but he doesn't worry over her. Cullen knows she is strong after having crossed hooves with her before, but his attention was not on her right now. If she decided to join in on the attack then he would worry about her, but for now, his sole focus was on the small mare that strikes at him. Cullen strikes back at Macabre with teeth aimed at her face. He wouldn't mind riding the mare of one of her senses or scaring up that pretty face of hers. It was only a handful of seconds after that he thrusts his body towards the sky with knees trying to strike the bottom of the mare's head.

The more stretch of space he gained, the longer the reach of his forelimbs got kicking out towards Macabre. He didn't stop until a familiar bugle filled the air. Cullen lands, eyes scanning the area as he takes in all the new faces around them. His blue gaze falls on Ruger knowing it was his voice that echoed their battlefield. He gives the painted stallion a smug grin before turning his attention back to the peak mare in front of him. Ruger would get his turn, but first...Cullen spins his body around and throws a swift kick towards Macabre.



Cullen - Mutt - 16 - Palomino Min. Overo - 15.2hh - Lagoon Boss