He lunges towards the older mare with the same ferociousness she has been showing him. Maybe this female was teaching him something. He needed to be meaner to pray on others. He may have been more successful with someone weak or more his level, but to capture (or kill) a mare of this caliber would need more effort. He would have to get meaner and angrier. It was not fear that he saw in the eyes of the mare, but amusement. She was oddly entertained by his attack. He has never met a mare unafraid of a threat before. Some make bark comments to pretend they weren’t afraid, but they always were deep down. This mare was very different from the rest. Very different from his Tauri. This paint mare taunts him as she dishes out an attack for every one of his own. Torsten never imagined a mare could be stronger than him, but here she was kicking the crap out of him. As he tried to grad her skin to pull her down, she rears before he could get a bite.
A flying hoof knocks into his jaw so he quickly steps away from the mare to avoid any more injury. His mouth throbs from where she just kicked him, but he wasn’t about to give up just yet. Suddenly, the scream of a stallion caught his attention. Rougaru. He had not realized this was the home of his family’s old ally. Not that he wouldn’t have tried stealing this mare even if he did know, but he might have come more prepared. He could have asked Panzer to tag along, but this decision to raid had been last minute. It had been boredom with the need to do something useful to his brothers back home. The mare comments on Rougaru’s arrival calling him Aladdin yet again. Her confidence was beginning to become suffocating. His attention quickly turns to the silver bay stallion thundering towards him.
Rougaru shouts, revealing this mare was his Queen. Torsten gives the mare a quick glance understand now why she was so strong. ”A Queen…” he whispers as he does a quick up and down look of the painted grullo. Then bam! Rougaru thrusts his body into Torsten which causes him to stumble back. His glare on Rougaru was something more intense than any look he had given his mate. He stomps a hoof in protest, alongside a snort, as his body turns to face Rougaru. They have never met personally, but Torsten knew exactly who this wolf was. He had lived with his father long enough to hear a story or two about his best friend and ally from Paradise. Torsten has even seen him appear in the Inlet a time or two, but the scenario that really burns in his brain was the last of his father’s moments.
He may not have been there when his father died, but of course he heard the rumors of what happened after he left. Ironclad has done well to spread the word that Rougaru was their father’s killer. Rougaru had taken advantage of an already dying King for his own bragging rights. He growls as Rougaru asks for his name and reasoning of why he was here. ”Don’t remember me do you?” He says with a chuckle. ”I am acting on my own Rougaru. Cullen has no idea I am here.” A small smirk lifts his throbbing cheeks. ”I hear you took advantage of an already downed King.” His hoof stomps the ground. He wanted to say more, he wanted to fight some more, but he was not stupid. It seems it was time to depart empty handed. Torsten knew fighting the two of them together would get him killed so he quickly decided upon his own survival. ”I’ll leave your land this time, but don’t you ever forget me. I might just come back to finish this and show some revenge for my father.” Letting him know he was a son of Warsaw might be enough to jump his memory. Torsten was quick to give one last glance towards Rougaru’s Queen before dashing off back the way he came.
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