Post by nuzzer2 on Sept 18, 2008 12:39:38 GMT -5
; E M I R A
- my blood-stained angel.
For the first time in a long time I felt safe – not normal safe, completely and utterly protected and safe. It was quite a weird feeling though, I was used to people fussing over me – making sure I had everything I could possibly want, but I wasn’t used to anyone from the ‘outside’ caring about me and not my princess title. I opened my mouth to answer Snyper – to let him know of my gratitude for making me feel real and free again – as Shadrik suddenly appeared out of nowhere. His words cut through my dreamy state immediately and I stood up on trembling legs slowly – what was he doing here? How had he found me? Guilt rolled over me in waves, would he hate me? I cast a long glance at Snyper and my jaw clenched as Shadrik’s words reached my ears completely. The slave not mistreated? NOT MISTREATED? Rage boiled through my veins and my eyes narrowed dangerously, did he think of me as blind? I had seen her wounds, the blood rolling down her young neck and onto the moist ground, smelt the rusty scent of blood invade my nostrils and fled to avoid passing out.
“Not mistreated?! Shadrik you saw her wounds! You saw the blood..”
Anger started out heavily in my tone, but changed to my usual innocent tone as it ended. I kept my place behind the buckskin colt, and I didn’t move an inch as the young stallion stepped forward and his stance turning aggressive – somehow I actually felt quite glad, did I want a fight? Did I want blood to flow? I wasn’t quite sure at the moment; I only knew that the image of the young bay filly was circling around in my head as a bad nightmare. Perhaps I really did want a fight? To rid my head of the ugly images? Somewhere in my mind I heard my conscience yell at me for being selfish and irrational at the moment, but for just a moment I didn’t give a damn – my mind had overheated and my feelings broken free, perhaps I really was like my mother. With just one stride forward I reached out and gently nuzzled Snyper’s mane while taking extra care to keep eye contact with Shadrik – hoping that it was enough to piss him off.
I remembered my mothers wise words, that stallion hormones was nothing to play with – and in this situation I was hoping for a reaction, a reason to wake up again, feel guilty and sad instead of his overwhelming rage and frustration that burned through my veins like a vampires poison. My sabino coat was covered in tiny salt crystals, making it glow in the faint sunlight reaching through the thick mist – perhaps I had never quite looked so royal as now, as determined and – even queen like?
Sure I was a ‘teenager’ still, but just two more seasons and I would probably be pregnant with my first foal – question was by whom? My mind jumped off to the future as thought of the breeding seasons, what would it be like? Being pregnant with my first foal? Who would the father be? I glanced at the two stallions standing in front of me, would it be either of them? I felt the rage residing and my heart softened at the thoughts of a young foal by my side, would I be an okay mother? Would I stay with my parents – or move on to my own herd? My body shivered slightly at the thought of leaving home, yet the thought was very tempting, would I be able to leave them all behind? Probably. Question was if I had a reason to? I glanced at the two stallions facing off, perhaps if this turned out to be a fight – I should go with the winner? My heart clenched at the thought of going with the wrong stallion, but I kept my mouth shut and reverted my eyes to the ground, awaiting a response from the two males. [/size]
- my blood-stained angel.
For the first time in a long time I felt safe – not normal safe, completely and utterly protected and safe. It was quite a weird feeling though, I was used to people fussing over me – making sure I had everything I could possibly want, but I wasn’t used to anyone from the ‘outside’ caring about me and not my princess title. I opened my mouth to answer Snyper – to let him know of my gratitude for making me feel real and free again – as Shadrik suddenly appeared out of nowhere. His words cut through my dreamy state immediately and I stood up on trembling legs slowly – what was he doing here? How had he found me? Guilt rolled over me in waves, would he hate me? I cast a long glance at Snyper and my jaw clenched as Shadrik’s words reached my ears completely. The slave not mistreated? NOT MISTREATED? Rage boiled through my veins and my eyes narrowed dangerously, did he think of me as blind? I had seen her wounds, the blood rolling down her young neck and onto the moist ground, smelt the rusty scent of blood invade my nostrils and fled to avoid passing out.
“Not mistreated?! Shadrik you saw her wounds! You saw the blood..”
Anger started out heavily in my tone, but changed to my usual innocent tone as it ended. I kept my place behind the buckskin colt, and I didn’t move an inch as the young stallion stepped forward and his stance turning aggressive – somehow I actually felt quite glad, did I want a fight? Did I want blood to flow? I wasn’t quite sure at the moment; I only knew that the image of the young bay filly was circling around in my head as a bad nightmare. Perhaps I really did want a fight? To rid my head of the ugly images? Somewhere in my mind I heard my conscience yell at me for being selfish and irrational at the moment, but for just a moment I didn’t give a damn – my mind had overheated and my feelings broken free, perhaps I really was like my mother. With just one stride forward I reached out and gently nuzzled Snyper’s mane while taking extra care to keep eye contact with Shadrik – hoping that it was enough to piss him off.
I remembered my mothers wise words, that stallion hormones was nothing to play with – and in this situation I was hoping for a reaction, a reason to wake up again, feel guilty and sad instead of his overwhelming rage and frustration that burned through my veins like a vampires poison. My sabino coat was covered in tiny salt crystals, making it glow in the faint sunlight reaching through the thick mist – perhaps I had never quite looked so royal as now, as determined and – even queen like?
Sure I was a ‘teenager’ still, but just two more seasons and I would probably be pregnant with my first foal – question was by whom? My mind jumped off to the future as thought of the breeding seasons, what would it be like? Being pregnant with my first foal? Who would the father be? I glanced at the two stallions standing in front of me, would it be either of them? I felt the rage residing and my heart softened at the thoughts of a young foal by my side, would I be an okay mother? Would I stay with my parents – or move on to my own herd? My body shivered slightly at the thought of leaving home, yet the thought was very tempting, would I be able to leave them all behind? Probably. Question was if I had a reason to? I glanced at the two stallions facing off, perhaps if this turned out to be a fight – I should go with the winner? My heart clenched at the thought of going with the wrong stallion, but I kept my mouth shut and reverted my eyes to the ground, awaiting a response from the two males. [/size]