Coils and Whiskers

The other's teeth flashed, aiming for his throat. Grunting the buckskin pulled back, his feet taking him several paces away from the other as he withdrew from his reach. He could feel the hot breath of the darker stallion on his neck as his teeth snapped inches from his flesh. It was a narrow miss. He stopped in his retreat, sides heaving. The pain in his side flared with each breath and he had to force himself to breath shallower in order to reduce it.

The battle was over. He knew it. Like some silent signal that had been shot into the air to signal the end of their fight. And he had lost. How irritating. Though at the moment he didn't process any real emotion, his heart still pounding from the fight. His body numb to all but the fight at hand. His nostrils flared as he snorted, still not uttering a single word as the stared the other down. Though the fight had ended for himself, he was not sure it had for the dark one. He remained ready to react, though his muscles screamed for him to stop, to get away so he could rest and tend to his wounds. But he would not turn his back on the other just yet, wanting to be sure that this was indeed over.

talk talk talk talk

Watcher

Take me as I am, or don't.
Cause I don't give a dang, no.
That's who I am.

image credit to Skylark

ooc: Ruwin dodges the attack back pulling back, ending up a good distance away from Ricochet as he waits.
@Ricochet.