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Hell on heels




She turns, and there, in her path stood a creature that could only be likened to an old gray wolf. He didn’t look like one -- she knew that he wasn’t, but that was all that she could think, upon looking at him. His words were almost belittling, and they reminded her of the stallion she’d fled before coming to the Islands, which was enough to make her blood boil. But, at the very least, he seemed certainly more promising than any of the stallions she’s met -- and the fact that he was stiff enough to limp told her that he was willing and capable of defending what was his. But this also gave her a clear advantage.

With the lash of her tail, she sidesteps to give Warsaw a wide berth, “ No, I’m not lost. “ she lies. Badly. Else she might not have been as startled to see him, as she initially had been. “ Now, if you don’t mind -- I have somewhere to be. “ she replies, as she keeps to that berth she’d given, as she attempts to move around Warsaw. Her pace is a little more brisk than it had been before.

If he decides to block her path, Firestorm doesn’t stop, and doesn’t hesitate to resort to force, showing him just how fierce she could be with an angry bite for anything she can get her teeth on. And it certainly doesn’t end there -- for as soon as she lets him go, she swings her rump around, bringing her hip against him if she can, which to him, would only mean one thing -- she was getting ready to kick him, and it wasn’t going to be pretty.

Not only was this mare sassy, but it would be quite clear to him that she meant business, and wouldn’t hesitate to throw down when push came to shove -- king or not. She didn't care.



RED ROAN / 14 HANDS / MUSTANG / MARE / PLAYED BY GLORY


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