Running his hands over the stallions legs, Torrehn stepped back and looked at the grullo stud with slightly narrowed eyes. He had been seeking to purchase an outside bloodline to incorporate into his own breeding stock, allowing for a more extensive gene pool opposed to a more inclusive inbred one. The stallion before him was unique, with a lean but strong build and a wild look to his eyes that screamed of his breeding. A Pentoshi horse, he was of fine pedigree. Torrehn just wasn’t sure about that damn fierceness he saw in the beast’s gaze.
Moving a little closer to the horses face, he tried to figure out what the animal was thinking. Unfortunately, in that moment he found out as the horse lashed with its teeth, grabbing Torrehn’s arm before letting out a high pitched squeal. Pain lanced up the Lord’s arm as he pulled away when the stud released, leaving the dark horse pawing aggressively at the ground, neck bent. Several of the peddlers appeared so pale, they may pass out, knowing that the horse had just bitten a Stark Lord. Offering up a pained smile, Torrehn flicked his hand to assure them his was fine, before turning to the bite on his forearm and grimacing at the mark.
