Devil Fire
Devil trotted into the lake once more, fixing Sunset with a murderous look that told her exactly what he would do if she ran again. He wasn't exactly the most forgiving creature out there, nor the nicest. But now that she was in his herd once more, he would not attack her unless necessary. He was like a fire in that sense, unpredictable. Though he flared up quickly, he also simmered down quickly, and as a result, he bore no hate against her. No, she was just a mare, that would be taken out if necessary.
Feeling a slight feeling of sympathy for the mare, he helped her wash her neck, seeing as she couldn't reach them, but his touches were brief, as he didn't want to scare her more, as that would probably make her bolt, and then he would have to chase her all over again.







