The stallion looks back at the stallion with a bit of an angered way "do not question my nature" there is an evil look in his eyes as he says this, he calls out to the spirits with a whinnie, probably looking weird, the stallion didn't like the way the warrior was being protective " your protecting her like shes yours" the stallion starts to walk toward them with his head high, thinking the spirits were with him, the stallion stood two heads away " you probably find me weird, i find younweird, horns, horse? Or ram? Who knows?, now m'lady what do you think?" The stallion flicked his tail and stood tall giving the stallion a glare, " i think i'd make a fine contestent for the army with my stamina, who knows" the steam coming from his nostrils was filled with an almost evil air as he spoke.
((I feel evil))
((I feel evil))