Smirk crosses the stallions features, as head drops, rotating slightly, presenting check up, ears forth, an act of submission... a mockery of an act of submission.
Poll is righted, and raised, as the stud takes several small steps back, before, quite deliberatly turning his back to the bay. Stride picks up, and the stallion trods forth. After several steps, he pauses.
•Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not...•
He trails off, bending his neck around, to gaze at the bay stallion again. Brows lift...
•Et tu, Btute? then fall Caesar.•
Laughter rumbles from the silvery chest as the steed turns, trotting away again, his voice carrying slightly behind him.
•...yet Brutus says he was ambitios; and Brutus is an honourable man...•
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