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Onyx hooves clang upon the creek's hard dry mud, heavy and somehow threatening as she unworridly approaches the handsome steed. Tail cracks machinegun style across hauches, and loud snort emmited in agitation. Crimson orbs narrow at other femme, pondering whether she should be de-throned or not..