I'm Holding Tight To Dreams Posted on June 11, 2012 at 00:21:26 AM by Maero
She was immediately angry at herself. The kind mare was welcoming, almost too kind to believe. Too nice to wonder if she could see her pain. The pain that came with travelling the lonely road of the faithful. "Er...Yes..." Maero said, in a low voice, her head still lowered in case this mare was the head mare, showing respect to her. The last thing she wanted was someone to get mad at her, yet again. So many times of being beatened had made her wince, shuffling her feet behind the painted lady.
Her amber coat shone in the light that reflected off of the river's side, her eyes gazed, almost hypnotized by it's glimmering spell. Maero didn't really remember when the last time she saw water flow freely in a long while. Not since last fall at least. Too much of the fall and winter had been spent in hiding away from other mares and stallions with good reason of course. The screams and cries of raped mares and the scent of blood filled the air, the stallions were crazed with horomones, attacking anything they could to rid themselves of their desires, if only a little while. In the meadow, she'd hidden behind trees, rocks and anything that was big enough to conceal her form. That was scary.
Slowly, she pulled on some grass, but it was tasteless in her mouth, the bad memories coming back, but she shook her head and for a while, the thoughts were gone. Even if for a little while. "Forgive my silence, M'lady." Maero said, clearing her throat to the mare who'd led her to food. "You should eat first." At her horror, she'd eaten first, when it was customary for the lead mare to eat first...If she was at least. Replies: