This act was nothing more than pure boredom. Torsten moves through the jungle as he searches for an easy target. The young stallion does not realize the target he would pick would be any trouble. He did not realize the slightly older mare he goes for was an experienced Queen with a mate that could ruin his day. Torsten knew who Rougaru was because of his father, but he did not know this was his land. If he had, he may have went somewhere else.
He watches the paint mare in silence as she grabs a mouthful of grass. The way she chews suggests her full interest wasn't in filling her belly. He hopes her thoughts keep her distracted enough to catch her off guard. The pangare stallion charges out from his hiding place in the jungle and stretches his short legs across the wide open space where the mare stands. He aims a nip at her rump as his muscled chest attempts to dive her towards the beach.
"The Lagoon will love you," he growls under his breath as he presses his chest into her hip. Torsten was just a little over an inch taller than the mare thanks to his sire's mix of breeds. The Fjord blood from his mother was what mostly made up his looks (and his thick bones). It was the strength of the Fjord that could allow him to overpower this mare in their current struggle.
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