Her squeal sends shivers down his spine. He has never indulged in the season of breeding, but he imagines this is what it feel like. His whole body pumps with adrenaline, his skin is sensitive to her every touch, and his mouth salivates for her flesh. His jaw wraps around a chunk of her dark coat. He knows it was not her. The scent was not the same, but their color was very similar. This alone makes him see red.

The mare forces herself from him. His teeth hold on for as long as possible until finally her flesh was pulled from his grasp by her shoulders. He feels her body push hard into him, causing his head to shift to the side to avoid any more pressure. With a growl he hurries past her in order to turn around to face her again. Beloved had never been one for words. He could speak, but he found expressing himself through actions a lot more effective.

A scream leaves his lips before lunging forward again. This time his teeth go for that lovely face of hers. It would be nice to leave a scar. Every time she looked at her reflection he could remember him. Just as he hoped the others remembered.