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he loathed the painted stallion. His arrogance. His demeanor. EVERYTHING about him. Her ears tightly pin against arch of her nape and her lips pull back to reveal her own set of teeth. Why had he insisted on following her? Did he not have any other unfortunate lady to entertain himself with? Had no other sparrow caught his eye? A guttural unnatural growl rumbles deep from within her throat. Frustation boiled beneath her mahogany skin as he continues to press his body against her own. With an exasperated snort she shoves her shoulder into his, a feeling of satisfaction blossoms in her mind with the thud of their bodies into each other.
"Take that you bastard! she growls between barred teeth.
A brief victory lightens her mood, but it is shortlived as he sets back for a brief moment before he shoves his body into her own. Her eyes pop wide open, surprised that he dared to batter her. His body slams into her own and forces the air from her lungs at the impact. She stumbles a step sideways just as his teeth find the tender flesh along her spine. She can feel the rake of his teeth across her back and the searing, hot pain. Tears prick at the edge of her eyes as the pain pulses, a reminder that he had no intention of leaving her.
With a frustrated squeal and a defiant kick - she strikes out at him with her hindleg in hopes that it would connect with his stifle. As her hind hoof touches the earth once more her muscles grow taught as she pushes herself away from the stallion.
The woods fold around her. Beneath their branches she pushes herself, she ignores the snap of the branches across her haunches and their grasping at her onyx tangled tresses. She would put a world's distance between him and herself. She would run until there was no oxygen in her lungs nor breath in her body.
