The bay stallion bursts into movement as Fell lashes out at him in warning. He dances away, prompting Fell to shift his weight to his hind hooves, ready to spin off and kick should the bay return with his own attack.

But he doesn’t. The taller stallion just spins in a circle, and Fell watches, his fury giving way again to an uneasy curiosity. He does not want to let go of his anger, but he can’t help the feeling of anxious wrong that sets on him with the ridiculous sight of an adult male horse spinning himself into the ground.

The bay suddenly snaps toward Fell, who flinches under his gaze, though it is not particularly heavy—if anything, the other stallion’s head is in the clouds, and there is nothing behind the wide brown eyes, and his gaze weighs nothing at all, and yet still it bears down on the black stallion like lead. In his head, Fell snarls (incapable as he is of snarling out loud, even if his vocal cords were functional). The sound of the bay’s bellow forces his ears further down, though they already press tightly against his neck.

He dances sideways, and Fell is wound so tightly he nearly snaps at the sudden movement, but the bay is behind him before he can actually react. He sings something, some nonsense Fell doesn’t bother to decipher (not like he could retort even if he understood) and the black stallion whirls around to face him. It might have been easier to just fire off a series of kicks; the bay had placed himself exactly within range for such an attack, but Fell can’t bear to allow the unsettling creature to remain out of his sight, and he certainly does not want it behind him.

Face to face, Fell once again strikes with a front hoof, and this time he does not back stop to see how the other will react. He anticipates the bay will prance out of the way again, so his blow is a lighter one, withholding power in favor of speed. His legs splay beneath him like a cutting horse, ready to dodge right or left, and catch the unnerving intruder whichever way he goes, though the bay stallion is shockingly agile for his size. Fell lunges forward, head low, teeth snapping upward toward the soft flesh of the bay’s red throat.

I found you! I found you!

Fell’s teeth close on air. Whether the bay has dodged him or he’s faltered the attack, he isn’t quite sure. Did the red creature know him? How long had he been here, unnoticed? Fell closes his mouth, lips covering the blunt teeth once again, but he presses forward anyway, chasing after the dancing red stallion. He does not like this uncertainty, this anxiety, this feeling of being in a nightmare and trying to fight off a persistent deerfly bigger than himself. His anger, so uncharacteristically inconsistent, resurfaces again, and his teeth flash out a second time toward the creature’s red skin. He will chase this intruder out, or kill him, or whatever it takes to get rid of the ugly fear within him.

FELL

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