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[Minette]

Minette snorts indignantly as the stallion chuckles, although she says nothing, an unknown fear of what this volatile predator will do forcing her mouth shut. She doesn't quite believe that his Queen encourages such things because at heart Minette believes in the faint hope of her escape. She has to. Accepting otherwise would crush her. 

Maybe if I can just find her… tell her what he does to those weaker than him.

She has yet to realize that further torture may come. Her whole life she has been the treasured, pampered pet of her family. And though she cannot fully remember the details, she knows that she has never been treated like this. No stallion has ever even touched her before; of this she is certain.

Pride opens her mouth.

"I am not your minnow, sir. And you are mistaken if you think I like you any more than a rat likes a snake."

And yet, Gryffen's patient chiseling is causing cracks in her delicate form. Minette's skin recoils as he suddenly dominates her, the weight of his muscular neck pushing her down, forcing her to accept his farcical embrace. The heat of him in this cold place is unsettling. The pale gray mare doesn't know what is coming, with fall so near, but an ancient instinct rears up in her chest and she panics.

Her head whips around, aiming with her blunt teeth to draw blood on his unprotected chest. Minette feels a moment's release of his touch and bolts towards the trees. The wrong way to go, if she had known. A rush of adrenaline pumps through her body. She is moments away from exhaustion slowing her down once again, but for a brief moment she has the hope of escape.

ooc: I played Gryffen a bit there, but I thought he'd enjoy the hunt. Feel free to do what you will. Permanent maiming, just let me know. (i feel so meeeean. poor minette. :p)