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Atlas didn't care that he was called a dog. He didn't about owners or bonded or whatever else this mare called her human. He did care, however, about Tekashi. The first insult thrown made Atlas's expression go blank. Had the mare really just said what he thought she said? Each new word in the flurry of insults and demands caused something to stir inside him. Something dark.

His father had always told him to fight with anger, with vengeance, but Atlas had never really understood what that meant. He had never been truly angry before. But hearing the love of his life insulted like that, seeing the pain flash in Tekashi's beautiful blue eyes drew that dark, sinister emotion out of him. Hatred. Anger. Vengeance. A true desire for the complete destruction of something.

Killing intent practically radiating off of his frame, he spun and charged at the insult-throwing mare with rage filling his dilated, purple eyes. He would crush every bone in her pathetic little body, starting with her jaw. Maybe he'd stomp on her tongue for good measure. She would never be able to speak ill of his beloved Tekashi ever again. He would make sure of it.

Lan had just opened his mouth to tell her to run when she shoved his own words back in his face and took off. Well at least she didn't stand and watch he thought as the big stallion came closer.

Tekashi swallowed hard and watched as Atlas ran after that fiend like hellhounds bayed on his trail. A little voice in the back of her mind, behind her shattered heart, mused that she had never seen him run so fast. He was running down that mare for her. Her heart swelled and she swore she could feel the newly inflicted wound there stretching.

She mouthed his name, Atlas. He would grind that infernal female into the ground, he would. Well she could help by going after the female's male. She was sure that was the only reason for the big scarred Lanthiron to be here with that annoying ..fancy...beautiful priss.

A fire began to burn in her own heart and just as she turned blazing eyes on Lanthiron. He began to race off after the other two. He was much faster then her. She could give chase and loose all her dignity if someone found them all thus. One after another in a snarling, twisting, conga line. Or she could wait and sort through this new..deeper level of love. She knew she had loved Atlas before, enough to lifemate to him. But this, this was a deep slow burning blaze that made her less then rational... and she was predominantly rational, practical even...except when it came to him.

And apparently her coat color.

Amber wove through trees, jumped over bushes and puddles, she took sharp turns all in an effort to lose him. To no avail. The damn stallion was gaining on her. Think Amber! Think! I hope Lan is ok! That mare was not very nice either. If she touches his hide... that gorgeous black, scar filled hide... Amber squeezed her eyes shut. This is no time for distraction Amber! Lan is fine! You've got bigger problems. She could hear the big stallion now, thundering right behind her. Suddenly she felt one of her front hooves catch on a branch and she felt herself flying through the air, and smacking hard against a rock. "This is it" she thought, "He caught me..."

To say she was in pain would be understatement. She only had time to shift her weight sideways before the stallion slammed into her shoulder full force. She might have heard a crunching noise but she was not sure. A loud cry left her as her vision blurred and she went to a place between unconsciousness and reality. "Lan..." she whispered...

Atlas felt a surge of satisfaction, followed by a muted sense of pain as he was thrown away from his victim. The stallion. His rage had narrowed his range too much to register the presence of the angry Lanthiron until it was too late. He could feel rocks and branches dig into him as they tumbled and exchanged blows. He howled as Lan sank his teeth into him, trying to strike the other male with his hooves and even his head. His reason for fighting quietly slid away as he fought Lan, leaving only the anger behind as a reminder of his purpose. All he wished to do now was to fight, to crush his opponent and make him suffer.

Meanwhile Tekashi approached at a more sedate pace, half in shock, half in rage. She stood by Amber and with worried eyes watched the two stallions. "See what you have wrought little thief. I can't tell him to stop or the warrior will finish him, nor can you distract your, well whatever he is to you."

Tekashi walked closer to the males and started to pummel a sage bush, the sweet aroma drifted over to the combatants. A subtle hint. If this didn't work, there there was always plan B. Her eyes landed on Amber.