Hooked on Hatchlings Curse, Rebellion Quelled #MFRWHooks

To set the stage, a storm is raging outside and the animals in the stables are panicking. Branin and his friends go to qualm the rebellion. The snippit picks up where the post, Breath, left off, with Branin caught in a stampede.

Excerpt:

Marsainn, his white-striped mane rippling over his gleaming midnight coat, shouldered his way through the milling horses in the aisle and raced across the open space surrounding the struggling pair. His strident bugle silenced all sounds in the cavernous room, except for the squeals of the mare and the grunts of her captor.

The brown released his prisoner, but blocked her retreat. Rearing, he trumpeted in defiance. Marsainn answered the challenge. Flailing hooves and the head stallion’s superior skills forced the smaller horse back. Marsainn clamped his teeth around the rebel’s neck. The ring of death tightened until the brown whinnied in submission. Branin, Liam, and two grooms looped ropes around the rogue’s neck. It didn’t object when they tied it to a heavy pole. Instead, the once arrogant animal stood there, head hanging down. Anastasia and Dealan led the filly into a nearby stall and closed the gate. Their voices quieted the animal enough they could treat her wounds.

The brown released his prisoner, but blocked her retreat. Rearing, he trumpeted in defiance. Marsainn answered the challenge. Flailing hooves and the head stallion’s superior skills forced the smaller horse back. Marsainn clamped his teeth around the rebel’s neck. The ring of death tightened until the brown whinnied in submission. Branin, Liam, and two grooms looped ropes around the rogue’s neck. It didn’t object when they tied it to a heavy pole. Instead, the once arrogant animal stood there, head hanging down. Anastasia and Dealan led the filly into a nearby stall and closed the gate. Their voices quieted the animal enough they could treat her wounds.

Sweat darkened Branin’s clothes. Wet braids hung over Anastasia’s shoulders. Waving to Liam and his wife, Branin put an arm around Anastasia and guided her out into the now-calm air of the star-filled night. She leaned heavily on his arm. Her slow steps betrayed the effort she had put into calming and healing the speckled mare.


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