The blue mare’s squeal was not unexpected, but it still caused Fell’s head to wrench skyward, ears pinning although his anger was not ignited. This was a game, and a very fun one at that. Her hindquarters bumped gently into his chin as she rose in a kick, but Fell understood that this was more of a formality; if she really wanted to hurt him, she wouldn’t have kicked the air next to him.

Fell began to dance away, intending to bolt a few strides for immediately pivoting back, but this motion was cut short as blunt teeth dug into his top line. Fell’s hind legs buckled, and he dropped his back to escape the harsh pinch. Instead of darting away as he had originally intended, Fell scooted forward, pushing off the ground with his tightly wound hind legs and clawing up dirt in the few strides he took to distance himself.

Once free of her bite, Fell spun around to face the fiery mare again. His blood was rushing through his veins, and he could hear it roaring in his ears; his heart thundered, and his breath came out in a harsh snort. The beast inside of him was writhing violently, but Fell had a solid grip on it; this game was too fun to risk letting his demons ruin it. He ducked his head, then swung it upward again and let his hooves lift from the earth momentarily as his mane and forelock were sent floating in the crisp morning air for just a breath. Then he landed, and pawed the cold black soil between them, his neck arching gracefully despite his otherwise feral appearance. Through his mess of a forelock, he could see the blue-fire mare, awash with the golden morning sunlight as the rays strengthened through the trees. Their breath mingled in a cloud of steam between them, and the dirt where they had danced was fresh and black and whipped into soft chunks.

Fell curled his lip upwards, laughing silently, drunk on the scent of the blue mare, the torn earth, the fragrant pines around them.

FELL

stallion. 16hh. black. marwari x. Rougaru x visurix.