The stallion’s reaction to Ashteroth’s harshness was surprising. She had never met a stallion who did not wish to dominate and devour with authority. Even though her sire had been gentle and loving to her, he had wore a heavy crown of all Tinuvel, and not just the title of king to one territory. It changed Ashteroth’s harsh expression to a more skeptical look as she tried to gage whether he was faking his reaction or not. As if she still couldn’t quite believe someone of the male gender could behave in such a way.
Before she could demand answers from him, another intruded upon her space. This time a mare, and although it was probably bias, Ashteroth did not feel quite as threatened. Sharp blue eyes assessed the Salem woman, especially as she laughed a little too loudly. Although she did not outright claim the stallion, and even offered her a home, Ashteroth wondered what game she was playing. It made her feel uncomfortable, bare and plain, realizing how feminine Skadi was in comparison of herself. Perhaps she did feel threatened the more she thought about it, knowing that the Hills mare could possibly woo the stallion into following her despite his clear dislike of the territory. While it was made clear Skadi might have more womanly wiles than Ashteroth, she did not have the authority, or she would have wielded it already.
“ “My name is Ashteroth, Codebreaker of the Peak.” Squashing Skadi’s second offer first. “And Geçersiz belongs to me.” she added, crushing Skadi’s first offer second. Ashteroth’s harsh glare left the desert mare to then look at the dark stallion once more. In truth, she wasn’t sure what led her to claim him. He wasn’t strongly made or set her blood on fire like Loupgaru did. She doubted he would ever fight for her passion as the painted stallion had done among the snow and pines. Jealousy of what she wasn’t, perhaps, was the closest answer that Ashteroth could come up with. “Let’s go.” she snorted, before she turned and walked away, fully expecting the stallion to obediently follow.
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