Meadow

He got closer to the filly who was already curiously watching him. He didn't recognize the look she was giving him, but the words that roll off her tongue send shock waves through his body. He has never met someone who could play hard to get before or even a filly who had the time of day to flirt with him. Cherokee had always been direct, something he liked, but this way seemed fun too. He wonders if this was the chase his father once told him about last year. The very reason he ended up having so many foals and making the mistake of raping some of them. Ironclad was determined to never let it go that far.

A smirk spreads on his dark lips as she teases him with those saucy words. Her different colored eyes made her unique to the rest of the fillies he knew and thus, he would not forget the look of her. Her legs kick towards him, but he wasn't close enough to be hit by her hooves before she raced off across the meadow. He knew that she wasn't trying to attack him, but there was something she was after. This was no innocent play. He charges after her with his nose tucked to his chest. He focuses on keeping his breaths even as he chases after her.

Ironclad moves faster than he thought he could, reaching out and nipping at her rump the closer he got. The muscles from all those swims across the ocean were doing well for him right now. "I'm taller than you so I suppose I am." He snickers as he pulls alongside her, veering to change her direction by pushing his body into hers.