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> Delphine's coppery-tan nares pursed. Tail lashed behind her in an expression of pure annoyance.  "[i][b]Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not worth bothering over.[/b][/i]"  She further pouted, but in a quieter tone now that Enyos had fully stepped away to engage with the interloper.  
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> Silver Edge tossed her dial and trotted to Delphine's side, giving the other mare a sharp nudge against the upper neck to get her to fall back a few paces.  A quick nip in the same spot was further used to snap the Delph out of her pity, "[b]Hush, Delphine.  It could be danger.  Ears up, and pay attention.[/b]"
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> In the bed of oat grass, Daga's irritation began to morph into alarm.  Enyos hadn't outright seen him yet, but he knew he was there.  And Daga knew firsthand how aggressive this stallion was.  At a fraction of the other's size and weight, and a rack of soft velvet on his head, Daga stood no chance in a fight against a horse. -[i]What do I do now?![/i]-  He watched the other posture and shake his mane.  He stomped hooves into the ground that could more than easily break bones.  -[i]I could harry him, maybe... separate him from the mares?[/i]-  A broad hoof clashed against the ground again, and all thoughts of such a bold, heroic move dissolved from the stag's imagination.  -[i]Or, if I just stay quiet, maybe he'll leave.[/i]-