Meadow

He thought he had good instincts. Well, before the ultimate betrayal when his betrothed met with his friend behind his back, plotting against him. But since then, Collision thought he could trust his gut again. How very wrong he'd been. Cullen had never given him reason to believe he couldn't trust him. Even though Collision never stole a mare for him or raided a herd or never really pulled his weight at all besides sparring regularly, Cullen always seemed kind to him, a born leader. Their had their differences of opinion on some things, but Cullen never asked him to change his and vice versa. It was a working relationship, or at least Collision thought it was. He should have known he was sealing his own coffin when he told the bachelor stallion outright about his deal with the Peak. He knew they were enemies, but he didn't think the palomino was so shallow in mind to consider him an enemy just because he'd made a deal for his own freedom.

It wasn't like he planned to overthrow Cullen or go after the lagoon for them. He just promised never to be a member of the lagoon again in exchange for freedom. He never really belonged there anyway. The moment he told the overo stallion though, Collision could sense the change in the air. There was a new tension to the older stallion's shoulder, a new colder look in his eyes. It seemed their brotherhood was over. The black overo braced himself, not liking the look in Cullen's eyes in the slightest. When he asked about the peak again, Cullen dared to laugh, even as he started to circle him. Collision kept one ear and eye on the other stallion at all times though he held his ground. His ears laid back, his head dipping to protect his vitals. He knew a coming threat when he saw one. The words Cullen threw at him were cold and laced with new intention. He couldn't help the relief he felt when the golden stallion admitted he didn't take anyone. He let the stallion call him an errand boy, knowing it was just barbs trying to get beneath his skin.

It wouldn't work with him. He scowled but met the stallion's gaze. "Think what you will, Cullen. I told you the truth, as I always have. I made a deal for my freedom. They asked nothing more of me besides that which I've already told you." As the stallion suddenly lunged for his flank, the black paint came to life. Snorting, he lifted his back end and threw his back hooves sideways at the stallion, aiming to hit him wherever he could in retaliation. He didn't give the stallion the benefit of seeing him run. No, he spun around to face the over stallion afterward and straightened up, meeting his gaze evenly as he stomped a front hoof. "You never have to see me again, but I will not run from you, Cullen." With that, he waited to see if the stallion would attack again or go back home. Either way, it seemed they had nothing left to say to each other.