Fell’s broad chest impacts Raegar’s hip with satisfying force, giving him an elevated rush of adrenaline. His peaceful detachment ascends to a high, and euphoria washes over him even as the breath washes out from the crash.

He gets a hold of the Badlands stallion’s cannon, but Raegar is quick to retaliate, his jaws grasping for Fell’s crest and ears until he finds purchase. Blunt teeth clamp down on his right ear tip, and the pain that radiates from the sensitive skin ignites in Fell a sort of frenzy. He is both infuriated and infatuated with the battle, but the feelings are complementary, and a volatile fuel for the strange high that he is experiencing. Raegar might successfully pull Fell’s head away from his lower legs by leveraging his hooked ear against him, but it feels as though nothing in the world could tear the black stallion off of him completely.

The Bay stallion releases the leg, his face involuntarily grimacing with pain and satisfaction. He has held on for long enough that Raegar has dropped down with him, one foreleg buckled, snapping at the sensitive underside of Fell’s barrel. They are both awkwardly bowed, Raegar with an unknown amount of damage to his cannon, Fell with both front hooves splayed like a colt trying to reach the grass for the first time. He throws his head back, hoisting himself back up and away from Raegar’s vicious bites.

Neither of them seem willing to back off, but Fell is not entirely aware of this as a problem. He still feels very far away, in a haze of frantic energy and excitement, and it feels as though no time has passed at all. He and Raegar could bash skulls until the sun came up the next day and Fell might not even notice the fatigue. He has nearly forgotten the reason he attacked Raegar in the first place, and his end goal seems to have shifted from driving the painted stallion off to just pummeling him into the snow indefinitely. Mrgasira is gone, fled, safely out of the thief’s reach, but Raegar is still here and Fell finds no reason to stop.

Having gathered his legs in a more stable position beneath him, Fell is no longer tangled with Raegar to the extent that they had been, but he doesn’t wait around to see what the painted stallion will do next. Fell rears his head back, ears pinned tightly against the coarse waves of his mane, and then throws his skull forwards and downwards toward Raegar’s face. It’s a risky move, but he doesn’t stop to think about the consequences. At this point, Fell has given up control completely, so he is confident that dazing himself with a violent head butt won’t make much of a difference.

FELL

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