Footsteps whispered on the sand. El Toro threw his head back, gaze off the hot ground to the dark figure approaching. He watched her come close, his breath was nothing to the desert air but it burned hot in his lungs and each time he huffed. Toro did nothing to offset his rage in the face of company. She stopped nearby. Silver, slick, muscular. She had presence. Powerful. Respect trickled between the insults rattling around his mind.
His interaction with the young colt still stung sour his mouth and his chest. He had come here to get away from it - the wings in entirety, if that was possible, but being taunted and beaten down for something he could not control - he hoped it would stop in this new place. It hadn't, the pegasi were nearly as abundant and about as arrogant. Everyone was arrogant. They delighted in tormenting him, every single one, just for the sake of seeing him squirm and rage and stomp around. It was funny that way. His lip curled up, sweat trickling down from his mane and into his eye. Toro winced, suddenly realizing he'd been staring at the mare for some time now, having never broken his gaze from when he spoke. The stallion looked away, just barely embarrassed, but feeling otherwise justified in his overwhelming anger. He shifted on pale hooves, trying to make his jewels shift around and find some other place on his skin to burn. It seemed to hurt more when the metal touched where it hadn't before. He looked up at the stranger, feeling another bead of sweat rolling down his cheek. "Some heat for an autumn day, huh?" He was beginning to feel stupid for this.
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