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Wrath stood tall and took a deep breath before cursing quite loudly. It was another beautiful day. Days like this only brought out the worst in other soquilis and made them want to do horrible things like.. play and flirt. You don't see any of that happening when it's raining. No. It was a beautiful day and this meant that he had to avoid the social areas.

It was a good thing that no one came to this land except his friend, Ariston. This was his private area. No dumbasses allowed. Yessiree. Nothing would violate the sanctum he had created here. Of course, it wasn't because of anything he did. It's just that most soquilis preferred the clearing on days like this but still, Wrath would like to think they avoided this area because of him. That thought brought a smile to his angry eyes for a brief moment.

He caught movement from the corner of his eye and snapped his head sharply to see who was intruding on his territory. After a brief moment he could discern that it was a stallion of some sort and an oddly colored one at that. Was he being challenged?

Nostrils flaring, the large Kalona took a few bold steps forward, tearing at the ground with his hooves as he walked. He would accept the challenge. He would defend the land he had claimed as his own. He would teach this... oddity of a stallion a lesson. As usual, it did not take the Kalona long to go into a deep, burning rage.

"You're on my land," Wrath retorted as he took a few steps towards the other stallion. "And if you're not scared of me, then you're as dumb as you look, I suggest you get the @!#$% out of here while you still can." His eyes took in the other stallion as he spoke. Though the other male was a full grown adult, Wrath found himself guessing that he hadn't been one for very long. He had a youthful.. and stubborn pride to him that seemed to come with a lot of the younger stallions.

Still, he'd get no sympathy despite his youthful age. Those that crossed his path deserved to get stomped. One's ego could blind one away from the basic instincts. The ones that let you know when to run, when danger is near. It would probably do this one good to have his ears cleaned out and eyes opened. His tail swished behind him in anticipation while his muscles tensed. His body wanted to fight so why should he deny his own basic needs?

"You can still run if you want and we can pretend you were never this stupid."

"Then I'll place my name on it with your blood," Wrath retorted with a malicious grin. The kalona wondered how he should go about this. Should he just ram the other stallion in the side? Rear back on his hind legs and whip him with his chains? He really wanted to avoid biting. It seemed so.. filthy of an action.

He figured the chains would be a nice place to start. They wouldn't hurt as much as his horns, hooves or if required, sharp teeth. This would be more interesting if he started off small. He had to moderate his rage so that his fun would last as long as possible.

"Enough talk," He stated simply and quickly crossed the little distance left between them. When he was close enough, he reared back so that the chains might strike the obnoxious stallion in his face.

"I had a mother once. I #$#@ killed her. Maybe you can find her in the afterlife and tell her how sorry I am," he mocked as he lowered himself down fully to the ground. What kind of foul fruit had this stallion been into to get so completely braindead. Couldn't the punk see that he was in danger?

"Look, I'm tired of this #!@!@#!@, it's time for you to leave, or you're gonna be a whole world of hurt. I'm sick of these games." Wrath turned and made as if he was going to leave but when he was twenty feet away he turned and charged at the younger stallion with his head held low and his ram like horns ready, aiming for his mid-section. There was more than one way to get someone off your land.