Meadow

Apparently his words had not mattered. Catching the glazed look that the pale brute had, Wechuge was forced to think. He was going to back away, to just exit this problematic scenario, when even that idea was thrown down the garbage disposal. Holding his body steady, Wechuge took the first hit against his frame in stride. However, when the second came, his last care flew out the window and a screw popped loose as his skin began to feel like there were spiders running all across it.


Dust flew, pain ran rampant, and dangerous thoughts flooded the crimson marked bay. His ears were laced against his mane the whole time, but finally it all came to an end.


Panting out heavy breaths, Wechuge looked to the man as he toppled over like a broken telephone pole. His eyes held fiery rage, but nothing else marked his frame as he slightly trembled. Blood slowly fell from the wounds that did land, but he didn't let that make him move as he just held there. His mind was struggling as his skin twitched, feeling the spiders crawling all over him still. It was driving him mad, making him want to find a body of water, but he did not stray.


When the stallion finally spoke again, Wechuge was forced to hold back a grunt as he wrinkled his lips and opened his mouth, baring his teeth as he snapped at the air. He was down right livid, but he did not strike again as he breathed. “I gave you a warning.” He finally snarled, his bright blue eyes sparkling with a blood lust that he had done well in holding back. He was honest as well, considering he gave a very clear warning. It had landed on deaf ears of course, but that was all said and done now. “And yes, I am a ‘bloody big bastard’ as you would say, mate.” Licking his pale lips, Wechuge sucked in a breath. “Now is there a reason you went all ape shit?”