For a moment, d’Artagnan looked at the girl and questioned himself. ”Why am I doing this?” It wasn’t like one of those moments in his past, where the audacity of a hornless had sent him over the edge of his anger resulting in an unfortunate event. No. This was like… Boredom. That and habit. The day was dragging along and he hadn’t really had all that much fun in a long time and he didn’t want the world to forget about him. What better way to get your daily dose of satisfaction by terrorizing a hornless mare? He was shameless and cold, but he never changed. He looked at her as if he was looking down on someone lesser with an indifferent half smile "yet here you still stand" he said, almost complaining at her as Aramis moved in with his hopeful trap. For now it seemed his narcotic magic was working, calming her nerves and draping a blanket of weariness in her mind. It was the Doctor’s favourite way of trapping his prey; the drug tainted the body and lulled the mind into lethargy allowing him to strike with relative ease. It was much like how a snake would attack, the first move to paralyze and the second to kill. In a way, it was also his failsafe should his plan not work for whatever reason as it gave him a few more moments to escape. He could only use it on those who were alone, however, those who travelled in pairs or more were quite safe from his attempts of devilment. To use his magic so widely over two or more minds at once was exhausting if not impossible.

By now, Aramis had successfully landed his skirmish and was quickly darting away from her lunging teeth. His markings glowing in all the excitement. The Doctor watched on with a chuckle rumbling under his breath as he felt his heart skip a little at the entertainment. Blood red ears pinned forwards to her tirade of words that spewed from her mouth in clear anger and fright, the shade listened to every word. "No luck in love then? All these bad men" he asked, genuinely curious.

He quite hoped she would have noticed a horn atop her brow should she have been blessed to have one. Though d’Artagnan couldn’t quite use his own to terrorize, it was more for the final blow really, if that. His were quite fragile. It was easier to use Aramis these days and the cur didn’t mind. He was a servant of hell after all.

The petrified mare ended her wild-eyed speech on a question to which the Doctor obliged with an answer "because it hurts to have something so wondrous and perfect snatched away from you" he blurted suddenly with burning emotion. So that was it. It wasn’t boredom that stemmed his desire to hurt this mare. Instead, it was a wounded heart that hunted revenge. "Because somebody has to pay. Somebody has to fall. Somebody has to answer. Somebody has to die." His mismatched eyes seared into this chestnut mare as all his mind could see was the crippled white body of the Nurse who had bravely loved a madman only to die in a crumpled mess with no culprit in sight.

Aramis watched his friend with sad eyes as the merlot bay fell to the demon inside him. It was a harsh reminder that, although the Mender often looked calm and at ease, he was still hurting and still fighting.

"What you would know of vicious, hopeless beasts?" d’Artagnan snarled.

@[Bellisma] o_o muse explosion, I'm so sorry xD <3 Angry Bellisma is awesome!