While he might struggle with keeping his attention where it is supposed to be, in this moment, Cahyr focuses on only the buckskin mare before him. He would make his father proud and prove what a skilled stallion he was becoming. He would revel in his father’s proud gaze once more.

He is prepared for the golden mare to try to lose him, almost certain that she would pivot away and race headlong into the shallow ocean in hopes of attaining the freedom he just knew was on her mind. What he is not prepared for is the action she chooses to take.

A squeal strangles itself in his lungs as the pale colt digs his heels into the sand to keep from slamming into the tawny girl’s rump. Small muzzle lifts in surprise as the huntress snarls at him with snapping jaws. Blue-green eyes widen in shock at the vicious tone of her voice. No one had ever dared to talk to him like that before.

Paper-thin nostrils flare as the young stallion stomps his forehoof into the sand, challenge gleaming in his bright gaze as he shoves his whiskered muzzle into the small space that lingers between them. ”You can’t talk to me that way!” he exclaims with indignation. Creamy ears disappear beneath the lengthening mantle of his alabaster mane as he takes a side step toward the frothing waves. Even if she did manage to land a bite to his flesh, he would keep her from escaping and delight in watching her punishment later.

’...go back to your father…’ her words draw a sneer to his ashen lips as the young stallion snorts his displeasure. The catalyst of the moment is when the mare turns her back on him, as though he, the son of the great Asmodeus and the famous silver-haired witch was nothing more than an annoyance. She acted like he was a pestering fly buzzing around her ears or a playful bunny zigging and zagging in her path. She showed him no respect, no fear. What. the. HELL.

Alabaster tail lashes audibly against his muscular hips as he threw his head and quickened his pace, a smirk dancing along his lips as the stallion-colt shoulders roughly alongside the mare. ”If you REALLY aren't escaping…. Then you have no reason not to let me accompany you then, right?” he purs, shooting the mare a sidelong glance, daring her to challenge him.

CAHYR

firebringer son of the Desert sands