He stands quietly listening to the exchange of words between the two, the beast in his heart howling in dismay that he didn’t allow it to blindly charge forward and draw an end to the exchanging of words with the heaviness of blows. He figures it will come to this anyway, the way the bitch stares at him after he has tried to get her to draw an end to the madness that had occurred in this perfectly peaceful place.

Somehow, he already knows Ricochet will not so quickly forgive her for intruding.

He is quickly met with the affirmation of this fact in the form of Rico’s blunt and savage shout at the woman’s face. At first, Dragomir is afraid it was directed towards him, head rising and turning to look at his new friend with raised ears and curiosity until he realizes that it is the pegasus he is calling a fucking idiot.

The young man smiles despite himself. He quite agrees with Ricochet.

He is not afraid of this mare. He is afraid of what he will do to her if she insists on carrying on like she is now. The words he’d chosen defined his points against her well, and he knows enough of the monster within him after the first encounter this afternoon that she will not be safe from him, either. Not even being the heroine as she truly is can still his insulted pride, an ego tempered and crafted with dragon’s fire to hold an edge biting and unkind upon it’s cusps. That she cannot see the wariness to join in on this battle stems from knowing that it is two versus one, that he is afraid to kill her, too, as he is relatively sure they have done to the poor black mare.

It seems Ricochet is not containing himself so pleasantly, however. A glance is given to the heaving of his sides, the froth that accumulates on the edges of his lips. The hound within the child of the dragon isle snarls and raises its fur, but Dragomir does not spring into action until the winged bitch does it first.

She drives her head towards Ricochet, enough of a forewarning to lift Dragomir’s fore from the earth as she spins to assault him in turn. Her head slams against a knee as it lifts, his mouth contorting in the sudden brightness of it, the vengeful roar of the beast within him nearly swallowing his conscious whole as it had before.

"Just leave you fucking idiot!" he manages to scream at her as her ass is suddenly turned about in his face, hind hooves landing hard with a rap-tap against his chest that forces the last word out of his mouth in a woosh of sound that leaves him momentarily breathless and with a star laced gaze. Swallowing the sensation as best as he can, the young man attempts to regain what the hooves have stolen from him as he lunges forward on hind limbs, equally massive fore hooves aiming for the upper shoulder and wither where the wing was born from her body.

Bitch, his brain repeats, a loop that never ends as she returns her assaults to the buckskin stallion. The sound of her laughing makes him want to smash her even more fully; what is there to be amused about? There is so much blood on the ground, running through the rainwater. Are his hooves not stained enough as it is?

He and his friend, could he notice such things in the heat of blood lust, work well in unison, each assuming the proper side for the assault on the top line of the earth toned wench, her wings assaulting the air from nearly every angle.

He feels their soft touch against his legs. There is little time to think about potential impact, however, as he notices a familiar sound, light, and odor rising from the other side of the winged whore - fire. As he becomes one with the earth again, the knee that the wench has knocked with her head cringing on the impact, he quickly pulls away from her to get a better view at what it is Ricochet has done.

The fire consumes quickly, and without delay; steam hisses and writhes in the air where once only bodies had danced. His eyes grow broad at the sight, taking note of the close proximity of the bitch to the flames and that Ricochet had stepped out of it’s way, in a ring of sorts. He mimics the motion, hoping to allow escape to come only from the heavens and far away from both men unless she wanted to fight her way through either of the new-found brothers.



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