you better run for your life if you can little girl
hide your head in the sand little girl
catch you with another man that's the end

well you know that I'm a wicked guy
and I was born with a jealous mind
and I can't spend my whole life
trying just to make you toe the line

let this be a sermon
I mean everything I've said
baby, I'm determined and I'd rather see you dead

I'd rather see you dead, little girl
than to be with another man
you better keep your head, little girl
or you won't know where I am

- The Beatles, "run for your life"

Apparently standing off to the side rather than moving directly behind the girl was a prudent choice. The sharp kick was not really aimed to make contact but ratter to announce displeasure, still I am glad I was no in its path. Well, you did ask what I wanted girl and I told you…of course as I said before that is not all I want. Her response is little more than expected and though I can not help a brief moment of disappointment I was prepared for that answer. Too soon, all right I can accept and respect that for the time being. Let’s call it curiosity satisfied and move on shall we?

I had taken a quick series of steps back as soon as she let fly with that kick, partly to keep her from feeling as if I intended to force the matter and partly to ensure safety if further shows of displeasure should follow. My boldness does not seem to have frightened her off at least. No move is made to run instead she turns about to face me with ears still plastered to make it clear that she is not about to suddenly change her mind regarding the matter of breeding. Alright, alright there is no need to beat the point into the ground now darling. A sharp dip of my head is given and meant to be taken as a nod of understanding and acceptance, now to prove that I did not intend to have my way with her and then leave.

The facts that I clearly do not plan to force the issue and that I did not turn my back and walk away at an answer of “no” should be sufficient but you never know with women. So we will take it in baby steps. Without closing the distance between us I simply extend my muzzle releasing a gentle puff of breath and wait to see if she will permit further contact or continue to stand their staring me down.



Call me VENDINI for that is my name. Know that my 16.0hh, SORREL ROAN coated person is something to be reckoned with. Trust the self confidence in my MASCULINE posture for SIX years have taught me much. My breeding is unrecognizable yet clearly WARMBLOOD TYPE. You will hear no voice from me for I lost it young and am now a MUTE. My father and mother have long since faded from conscious memory. Look for me in the TUNDRA for it is there I stand as KING at the side of queen ESTHER with --- named as the others under my protection. Trace my blood down to ZIM [x DREAMER], LILLONI [x RECKON], VIBE [x RAGE], TERRAN [x VALINDA] & TANK [x RECKON]. My strings are pulled by the beautiful TZARRA who should be credited with both my creation and my words. ? of ? is the painter of my portrait.