Zachorzi's squeal was muffled with his mouth full of Blanco's hide, and he jerked his head away, teeth clamped, trying to tear off a section of the other stallion's flesh. While he could taste blood, he could also feel his running freely down both sides of his withers. Zachorzi's ears pinned flat against his head. "Then give up and get out of my territory!"of course. ))
Blanco grunted, but once he was able to situate himself stably enough with a set of teeth digging into his flesh, he managed to cling onto Zachorzi with his teeth, too, but above the withers. He began to shake his neck a bit, to cause more discomfort to his foe's skin, although in all likelihood it was probably just hurting himself more. "Neither are you," the stud mumbled through a full mouth.