Posted on July 26, 2012 at 07:55:48 PM by morgan
 morgan ----- by eli out of caylee There is nothing more that Morgan can do to convince the stallion to leave them alone. Perhaps if her anger toward men in general had had an outlet these last months instead of being allowed to fester, she would not have been so quick to dismiss him. Of course, Anawar had charmed them with his words after swooping in to their aid, and she has not forgotten how that had ended. They are in this together, Morgan and Isoke, having promised to protect each other. Now Isoke has a chink in her armor, something more important than her own life to protect, and Morgan is responding the only way she knows how: doubling her efforts and keeping any potential threats away from both of them. She has never been the trusting sort, not with her history. She can almost feel the tension radiating from her friend’s dark body beside her, and the only reason she can think of to cause such a reaction is the stallion that has yet to leave. She eyes him angrily, silently cursing his existence, using all of her restraint not to lash out at him. It’s only a matter of time before she explodes, but she doesn’t dare do it in front of Isoke – Isoke doesn’t need to hear all of her bitter thoughts. Part of her understands why Isoke is being so cordial to Nikola, and she admires her best friend for being able to do so when she’s been through so much, even more than Morgan has. It’s obvious that Nikola hadn’t listened to a word Morgan had said; she doesn’t appreciate his suggestion, or his implication that they aren’t able to see for themselves that they will likely have to take shelter soon. As he saunters away, she stomps a hind hoof in aggravation, wishing that her glare would make him vanish, never to be seen again. He’s just like all the others, she thinks to herself, Who does he think he is, telling us what to do? Once he’s out of sight, however, it becomes much easier for her to relax. She turns to Isoke, letting her eyes linger on the filly, who Nikola had judged right: she certainly is beautiful, despite her crooked nose. Morgan’s head drops slightly to be closer to the child’s eye level. The bright blue eyes are so clear, so untainted, so innocent, that the dark mare feels a surge of envy bubble up. Without tearing her gaze away from the filly, she murmurs to Isoke, ”Have you given her a name yet?” four - smoky grulla - mixed - 16hh |
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