[mature] All the Pretty Little Horses || Private

[Amarantha]

Fear has yet to cross her mind. She wouldn't belittle herself to such a mundane emotion as fear. Anger,however, flashed hot and painfully against the backs of her closed lids. It is in her rushing mind that she decides a fight would be her best option, it was the only option. With moves like water (smooth yet roughly calculated) she whips her head around to strike ay the painted stud. Perhaps it would merely inflict enough pain for her to run. Or perhaps it wouldn't hurt him at all. 

Her once charming stranger was now a demon clothed in purple silks she had once so wanted to be tangled in. Now those same brilliant colors frightened her, made her wish she was transparent as glass.

How dare he make her feel so weak!

Rant strikes out once more, the blunt edges of her teeth clamping on anything they could reach, if they could tear flesh the force behind the blows would. Though despite her efforts the equine anatomy would never allow such events to occur.

" Back away from me you blubbering fool." 

Venom. That is all she speaks to him as she lashes out once more. The water is slowing her down, tiring out the muscles that had been laying dormant for years. Soon the fight would be gone and only the venom would remain, so she spews as much of it as she possibly can. While she can.

" Back away." 

She knew deep down he wouldn't move. It was her best shot however so she took it. Her body rose in an attempt to match his size (the height was easy, the build however was not). To anyone in their right mind she might have been scary. 15 hands of raw muscle and lady anger would do that to you.

Fear would do that to you.

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