"I am Archibald the Dauntless, Warlord of the foothills." Archibald started, settling in next to his smaller brother with Loretta. His golden glance stayed hard on Jackal and his tail flicked across his brother's haunches. "You challenged Svetlana--the pegasus of our triumvirate--and not me, the equine that matches you. What have you to say about that?" The Dauntless took a step towards the small copper stallion, lifting his chin gently. Loretta watched Jackal carefully, tail swaying gently behind her in a bored manner. She could not hear her bondmate, but knew that he was upset.
Archibald waited for Jackal's answer as patiently as he could, sweaty body twitching as the flies returned to bite at his black hide. The dark knight was not amused at this vagabond coming to claim his herd--no, no--surely he was some type of coward for challenging Svetlana.
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
please tag me