This one is this story's first non-Zelink, though I might imply something. I own nothing.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed, glaring up at his arrogant, black head. "You're not welcome."

"Like I would ever set my hooves on this ground if I had a choice." he snorted. "My master is the lord of these lands, and he bade me to go here."

"You could have denied him!" I snapped.

"You naïve foal, you don't know what you're talking about." he raised his head further, turning it just a tad so he would see me out of only one arrogant eye. "And with your attitude problem, nor will you ever."

"I have no more attitude than you have! You will only let that fat slob you call master ride you!"

"Silence! Mares should know their place!" he reared and tried to kick me with one of his front hooves. Of course, he missed.

"I should know my place?" I laughed while avoiding his attacks. "I already do! My place is with a hoof embedded into your backside!"

For a moment, his eyes glinted red; then it was gone and he was back on the ground, a cunning hint to his whole posture. "Really?" he purred, slowly walking towards me.

"Really." I said firmly.

"Hm…" he smirked a sly smirk. "I highly doubt you can actually do that, little foal."

"Bite me!" I snapped, full well expecting him to do just that.

I was very much surprised when he instead leaned forward to nibble at my neck like a good friend.

"What are you doing?" I asked disgusted.

"Just what you told me to." he purred, moving around a bit so he stood more beside me than before me.

I jerked away from him, wrinkling my muzzle in disdain. "You are the most disgusting creature I have ever met."

He looked far too satisfied for my liking. "You flatter me…" he paused, clearly trying to dramatise the moment. "… Epona…"

I jerked. How did he know my name?! I started backing away from him.

"Epona?" he mused aloud, following me. "What a nice name. If I'm not much mistaken, it's the name of a Goddess of old… how…" his eyes wandered across my body, making me feel dirty.

My backside had a sudden meeting with the wall of the stable and barn, trapping me quite effectively in a corner.

"… Befitting…" he breathed into my ear.

"Zalthorn!" a harsh male voice roared. "Get your lazy rump over here!"

"Tch!" Zalthorn snorted, turning his head irritated. "That idiot." he grumbled, then returned his gaze to me. "I'll just return later to finish off…"

"ZALTHORN!" Ganondorf roared again, probably scaring some of the other horses and all the cuckoos… stupid birdbrains.

Said stallion twitched. "Mark my words, little mare, I will return." he then licked my cheek and galloped away before I could retort.

"What a bastard." I growled.

"Bastard?" an incredulous female voice gasped. I recognized the voice as coming from the too-fine-for-anything-but-purebloods-but-still-nice Sacra. "He's the epitome of Gerudo horse-breeding, and they know one thing or another 'bout horses." she nodded enthusiastically. "It would be an honour to bear his foals!"

"I'm not going to have any foals if the sire makes me feel sick and filthy whenever he even looks at me!" I snapped, my ears flattening. "I'd rather die!"

"'Pona!" she gasped horrified. "How can you say such a thing?"

"I just put the right words together." I stamped a hind hoof, the horse equivalent of a human shrug.

"He might just take you up on that offer! Gerudo horses are swift to anger." she shifted closer. "Don't be an idiot, 'Pona. You're the finest horse bred on this ranch and he's the finest horse bred in the dessert. Do you have any idea how magnificent your children would be?"

"You sound like an arrogant horse-owner, one that only cares about how many money he can get from selling the colts." with this said, I trotted off.


I stared after the flame-coloured mare with deep envy and just a hint of… pity? Yes, pity.

Envy because… she was much finer than me and had just been courted by the probably finest stallion to ever enter Hyrule.

And pity… and pity because she was very lonely. I could see it in her eyes. She loved company and attention, but had been forced to adapt the personality of a loner.

I shook my head and moved away from the spot that everyone else had left. Better not to think too much about it.

Okay, there was no Zelink.

On a whole other note, Zalthorn is pretty much the word thorn after the… word Zal.

So, you all know how it goes. You press the pretty button and write your thoughts, and I update faster than if you didn't. Have a nice day!