Blanton's to Forget - Before Rescue Log 2

TW: He gets into a fight with Terror and it doesn't end well.

His breath was heavy. Usually The Terror would let him alone in the night, take the time to sleep and rest so it would be easier to pick on the aching cream coloured stallion while the sun makes him nearly lethargic… but not tonight. However, something else was different in the cool night-air of that evening. He’d had enough. He launched himself at The Terror before the dark stallion could even make a move on him, kicking at his shoulder and lunging to nip his flank as he dodges retaliation. Terror lets out a roaring bellow as stamping hooves have him on the move again, but this is the night, Terror is going to find he has more fight in him that usual. He lets out a shrill shriek, a sound that pierced through The Terror’s snorts and puffs. For once there were actual signs of a fair fight.

Once it was clear he wasn’t going to be such a pushover, Terror almost managed a retreat, but it was too late: He’d already snapped. He pursued, forcing Terror to turn and oblige as they exchanged blows. The other horses in the pasture, disturbed by the violent ruckus, moved far out of the way, far from the screaming stallions having a duel on the grass, gradually painting it red with their quarrel. The fight drug on for minutes on end, feeling like hours to slowly chip away every semblance of Terror’s digusting pride. Eventually, he lands a kick just below Terror’s jaw, and after that strike, his opponent was disoriented, stumbling, and steadily growing weaker in his offense, resorting to try and dodge. He’d stopped then… and The Terror collapsed, grunting and panting as his sides heaved with effort. Eye’s wide, he stares down at Terror, the heaving breaths beginning to stagger and slow.

A rumble of one of the two-legged’s metal contraptions preceded the two light sources it sent pouring over the ground outside the fence, rumble continuing in the steady growl as a two-leg jumped out and pointed something at him that struck his eyes with a beam of light. His ears pin flatter to his neck than before as he raised and turned his head to escape the discomfort, tail swaying in agitation. It seemed there was no need though, the beam quickly left his face to drop to his hooves and to Terror, only letting out a whicker on occasion. The sun-bleached black stallion noticed the two-leg, tried to move, but a lift of his head was all that was managed. The two-leg makes a move toward him, hand out as if to make him stay still. He tensed his back legs.

“Easy.” They said softly, moving closer, but he just shrieked and leaned back on his hooves to dart away. They took off after him, calling and waving their arms. Somewhere in the chase, he noticed Terror had stopped whickering, stopped moving, and in that moment of distraction, a rope tethered him to the two-leg, who guided him to the growling metal box and shut him inside. He dropped his head down, his fight gone and spent. At least he was out. At least..