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"

It is nice in a small way to come upon one I can claim to have met before. Up till now only Esther would meet that claim. True, I do not know this woman’s name but her scent and her figure are familiar to my eyes and nostrils. I recall being rather taken by that figure in our last meeting though her manner and carriage had fallen second to the other girl at the time. Now it is just the two of us and with no other to stack her up against I fail to see the faults I had registered before. Call it selective memory if you will but that is how I work. At first her predicament escaped my notice. Standing a good deal taller than she I have never found the prickly under growth to be particularly hindering and so it does not occur to me that it might pose a problem for someone else.

By the time I realize she is, or was stuck, she has pulled herself free and come over to stand before me. Our last meeting never amounted to much as I, perhaps foolishly, chose to chase off after the other maiden involved rather than remain to acquaint myself further with this one. A choice that turned out to be wrong as the other has completely disappeared. Now our paths have crossed again, a thing I call good luck, and I will pay proper attention to her this time around. That considered it might be best for me if she doesn’t remember our past meeting but it looks like I am not going to be that lucky. Her words make it clear that I am familiar to her yet the oddly hopeful look in her eyes seems to suggest that she does not think poorly of me for my behavior before.

The spark of hope is short lived and quickly melts into caution and perhaps a hint of fear. Still she remains where she is gazing tentatively at me and I suppose that is a start. Drawing nearer now so that she might see me more clearly in all my disproportionate and scarred glory I consider her carefully. It seems she is feeling a bit of pain from her recent encounter with the brambles and though it is clearly not a damaging wound I can not help feeling just the slightest bit sorry for. Pausing in my forward motion my head dips briefly in a silent return of her greeting. Having nothing more to say even if I could say it I move on slowly closing the distance between us though all the while trying to seem as unthreatening as possible. Near enough to touch her now I reach out to do just that releasing a huff of breath first in warning of the coming contact and then stretching to rest my muzzle on her shoulder in a place that was not scratched. If that touch is accepted I will progress to apply my own rough tongue to a gash near the top of her leg.

Action is always my way, I have no words to preface or replace it with and even if I did I think I might still prefer this. Many find me abrupt until they get used to me but it is honest in a way words can never be and though I am hardly a virtues or righteous man I do prefer honesty to lies and without words to lie with you’ll never get less than the truth from me.



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 SEVEN 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.