Falls

The young stallion’s worry of trying to start up a conversation was quickly erased when her voiced barked out harshly to him. His own lupine gold gaze locked with her’s as she pranced closer, her behavior rude and he let his ears pin to show his offense. Bacardi knew he had done nothing wrong, and was unsure what had set off this seemingly beautiful creature. The way she pulled her face with aggression erased that beauty.


“Play?” he snorted, the doubt clear in his voice. “Fine, have it your way.” A bit of growl colored his voice, and the young stallion drew himself up from the relaxed position he had standing at the edge of the water. Turning so he fully faced the mare, his muscles coiled beneath two toned flesh before they released in a burst of energy. Bacardi launched himself at the mare when she drew close enough, his front legs tucking close so that his chest aimed to slam into her. The young stallion would not strike out with his jagged hooves, not seeing “play” as being worth that sort of injury. But his jaws did part, his blunt yellow teeth aiming to take hold of her neck just above the withers. He had been victorious in his scuffle against Noctis, and he was determined to keep that streak.

two years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the peak.

"...speech"