The sound of rumbling hooves ignited his attention and turned skull and attention away from the smallish female. Orbs turned to see the sight of yet another equine, larger than the first and male. Their new company seemed to be jutting toward them at a steady canter, an annoyed snort shook past widened nostril of the golden lad. Stepping forward openly, Midas took stand to confront. The veins along muscular flesh tightened and rose a notch. A breathless leap and said bay was nearly nose to nose with a frustrated Throat solder, "Can you guys excuse me? I'm trying to enjoy my gallop, and you're kind of blocking my way..." Jaws opened to rebuke an obvious mistake, but were forced pause by Sun who seemed to be highly optioned upon matters of chivalry.

"Quite arrogant, aren’t you?" Snickering mark of humorless intent was plastered across stranger equine male.

Eyes rolled so far back into his skull that he could almost swear to see mane growing, this conversation was testing patience. "My name is Sun by the way. We would be glad to move," Midas didn’t give a mini inch, skull remained firmly in place with cooling tone sliding forth to give correction, “You have traveled beyond your boundary,” feathers shifted uncomfortably as a hot desert breeze picked up, “I will escort you both back to the wild lands, this is Throat territory.” Since both were flightless and one shortened by breed, he would have to walk the pair back. Good thing patience was laced within his every step in life.

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Midas couldn’t fathom where the older equine had suddenly gotten the idea that traveling across taken land was something of a normal occurrence. Unless one was invited to spend time in said territory, entering areas that bore ownership was considered trespassing. This Pegasus hadn’t been informed of higher arrangements that would allow a random equine entrance, so instead he fell toward an original plan of rejection. A haughty glance from the bay informed him that this little meeting was about to turn sour even before a sentence of stubborn refusal sprang forth. Lids narrowed and velvet auds flicked backwards in obvious show of disapproval.

"Just passing by, no need to escort me anywhere. I'm just heading across the Throat, so can you just let me through. "

Hauntingly soft but chilling in tone he uttered firm response, “I’m afraid I cannot allow that.” Like hell he was going to let this overly pumped man stampede through his territory. Midas wasn’t aware of inner intentions that said equine might have, and wouldn’t have dreamed upon taking chance in letting a mere stranger infiltrate his family. The little mare stood close by, but since Sun wasn’t causing problems from him. Midas let her fall from his mind for a moment and total attention twisted toward their unnamed company that was failing to comply, “My words are not a simple request or wish, but an order,” flat ivory snapped together, right foreleg rose with a single hoof lifting only to plummet down with mating intent upon earth, “Leave now!”

Patience was stretching beyond the point of his leash, snapping and snarling at the end of a rusty chain. Appendages widened with impressive snow-white feathers totally unfurled, shielding the little mare from view and giving a final warning. Normally a creature of gentle speech and manner, Midas was usually slow to anger, but also quick toward protecting who and what he valued most. Even now sunlit orbs held restrain, but with sparking intent blazing in depths; if the bay pressed forward then it would be shared blood spilled this day.

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Tense shivers ran along his spine; he had played the gentleman card, and even moved toward a firm approach. YET, foolish colt refused to budge toward proper footing. Each overly worked up motion was calculated with care by golden hues. Flexing of muscle and shifting of hip soon gave hint to weak points from which Midas would strike. The sunbaked equine was easy to rile into a state of fury; anger misplaced was in his mind was a weakness. Unrestrained thinking can take ideals and concentration into places one might not usually go during the heat of battle. Stomping hooves and flashing ivories did nothing to daunt said golden stud from task at hand, a warrior feared nothing of pain or death.

"All I need is to pass, that's all I ask, and this is your final warning to move. I'm not going close to your herd. I'm just passing by."

Auds touched his cranium by now, breast heaved with an unrestrained grunt of pure annoyance. Did this whelp actually understand what he was getting into? Midas thought not, words bottle necked in his throat as the stranger sprang toward a childish end. Something akin to a growl and whinny escaped between clinched jaws, neck twisted to follow with skull stretching out. Frame curled upward, hindquarters splayed for balance and control, flailing forelimbs with sharpened desert hooves flashed skyward in expected direction. Hocks tensed and recoiled, with belly turned at a tight angle; mighty wings flared to further add toward stability giving Midas the chance for a clean strike across the foes withers or thigh.

He wasn’t in a position to see Sunny’s attack, which it would have mattered little overall. One could only hope that the miniature pony was smart enough to stay out of this squabble. Flared nares traced another fragrance, this one common and well known. Ktulu.

“No."

Biting in tone, yet musical all the same he heard her voice and gave pause with body lumbering toward earth. She had managed to hold the stranger for a moment. Level horn catching the sun with angle ready to draw upon the color crimson; by her essence and plump curve of loin, he knew that growing inside her, was a babe.

"This is your first and last warning. Leave now or your bodies will rot in the place you stand."

Neck snapped forward to attempt at landing a smart blow across fleshy darkened thighs. Yellowed molars angled out to offer proper correction in chance that words wouldn’t sink between a thick skull.

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OOC: I wasn’t sure if I should write an attack addition. So I did it anyways. >_<

Attack: Body is twisted at a sharp angle with forlimbs riding air in hopes of crashing down hoof first upon spine, withers, or shoulder. Teeth are flashing at thighs, aiming to nip firmly enough to cause pain and discomfort.

Defense: Body is twisted during attack, with hindquarters widened to offer balance. Wings are flared outward to aid in stability as Midas leans forward. Ears are close to skull for protection.

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