A raspy call beckoned him and Realgar stalled in his steps, pulling his neck up into his shoulders and peering curiously across the golden sands at the large horse in the distance. His left ear flicked back, listening to everything behind him, then turned forward again to focus on the stranger ahead. Initially he considered himself lucky to have come across another horse so quickly and Realgar started forward, prepared for his glorious plan to unfold…
Only to be brought up short with a hard snort the moment the winds shifted and he caught a better scent. The horse who’d called to him, who was standing a little ways from him, was not some young filly… but another colt.
Competition sang hot in Realgar’s veins, but his body was still exhausted from hunkering down and weathering through the sandstorm. Too, one cursory glance of the dun showed thick layers of sand and places where it was sticky - either with sweat or blood, Realgar wasn’t close enough to decipher which. Mentally he shoved aside the initial thought that any unknown, unrelated stallion should be met with a bullying force and settled for offering his muzzle to exchange breaths. A few squeals, a few flicks of his red tail high off his haunches, and Realgar was mostly settled…
Though his yellow-brown eyes made one last glance around them to see if he could spot any lingering bodies… he could always make a big show of kicking this guy's ass to further impress any poor little damsels who may need him, after all.
It was only the pair of them. Realgar frowned and let his gaze land squarely on the stranger in front of him. He wasn’t often one for words, but he offered two anyways, said quite bluntly… maybe even a little rudely, if his current company was a bit sensitive to tone. “Who’re you?”
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