The stallion did not make her completely go to him, which Ash took note of as they closed the distance between one another. Extending her arched neck, the young mare lightly bumped her ebony nose against his own as they exchanged breaths. His musk was so much different than that she was used too; different from her brothers and father. Ash couldn’t exactly say what it was about it, or him, but it made her want to draw closer to him. To get a better smell of the cologne he carried. How could she feel that way and not even know his name?


All at once, the stranger’s posture changes and Ash is confused. She watches as he drops his head, the glitter in his yellow eyes, and the flash of his teeth as he strikes out towards her shoulder. Ash does little to move out of the way, her body tensing for the pinch of teeth being her only reaction. She had scuffled with her siblings enough to know what rough housing was; is this his way of trying to initiate that? Ash could play, if that was what he wanted. She certainly didn’t want to disappoint him!


Ashteroth was about to pin her own ears, to sidestep from him and try to return the nip (her thoughts only lasting a few seconds) when a scream ripped away the haze that had blanketed the mare. The stallion hadn’t even got to fully reach her yet, and Ash almost ached for the burn of his teeth upon her flesh. To feel the heat of his breath against her skin in place of the crisp air Tinuvel offered. Parvati (she assumed) had finally arrived.


With a squeal of surprise, Ash leapt aside from the crash of bodies. What the Inlet Queen had to say, or rather scream, at the stallion made little sense to the draft filly. Her ears tilted to the side in her confusion before lacing back. Whatever feeling, that alluring burn Ash had felt since first laying eyes on the rouge, was now beginning to cool. Aggravation took it’s place, and she didn’t know if it was at herself for succumbing to it. Or at Parvati for breaking it.