OH, TO BE HERE ON THE GROUND
Toro nods at the golden stallion’s words, his skin shivering with anticipation. He wants to go, go, go, his tails twitching excitedly, nostrils flared, tomorrow will be a fight. He wants to know what the “something else” is, to take it between his teeth and prove himself. He will. I will, I will, I will, he thinks, even as the black and white stallion spits bitter words at the golden one, El Toro is dancing in his place, disappearing back into the crowd to test his moves where no one can see. He hasn’t fought anybody since Raymond. He’s itching to get the chance, and his lungs will have to hold up.
"What I say,"
What I think,
"What I say,"
What I think,
shhh we don't need to talk about the length
