Meadow

It wasn't just the fact that he washed out with the Peak that had him upset. Some of it, more than he would admit to, had to do with his hard conversation with Collision Course. He found out his old brother had befriended the enemy. He also found out the costs of losing his herd to the Peak. His brothers could be no longer considered as such. After a year in captivity they all could be like Collision now.

Would forcing this mare home really make him feel better? Would this help give his stallions a reason to keep him as their Captain? Probably none of it was true, but the short lived pleasure would by him some time. He might not even bring this beauty home. Sure, she was a beautiful prize, but just beating her up without a care could be enough. It was enough for him and no one else would need to know. This mare had no ties to his home life or his brothers. No one would care.

Her scream was enough to sent his heart racing with delight. His first thoughts of taking the pretty lady home was almost completely gone. Cullen becomes a predator as her hooves place a hard kick to one of his thighs. A large grey bruise was already forming when the stallion screams. Drool overflows onto his lips like a rabid animal the moment he charges. Teeth aim to place a harsh nip to her backside before his legs pound the earth beside her. His lean body allows him to speed up and pass her with ease. He pulls infront of her to stop her mad dash to freedom.

It was here that blind rage completely takes over. She might not deserve it, but she would receive it anyway. Cullen turns and begins to send a series of wild kicks towards the mare. He may not have the brute strength of a draft, but his body was trained in the likes of speed. His golden legs were quick with each kick he made, head tucking to his chest. He resembles a wild bronco attempting to fling off its rider.

He does not stop there. Cullen barely gives himself time to breath as he turns and advances on the silver haired woman. A sinister smirk lights his face before a blood curling scream leaves his lips. His front end rises towards the sky as hooves fly towards her. He would beat her senseless if she would just stand still. He would kill her if she didn't fight back. His muzzle extends to neck, nipping and biting any flesh he could find in his path.


Cullen - Mutt - 17 - Palomino Min. Overo - 15.2hh - Lagoon Boss