Posted on August 13, 2012 at 07:56:00 PM by fayte
For it is not the Stars that determine our destiny - but ourselves
Fayte looked at Bondurant. She couldn’t help but notice the look of pain that shivered through his features as he shifted his weight. She followed his gaze to the waters. He admitted the fight - she could only assume he’d chased the other man off as he was still here. She reached over and nuzzled his neck.
“Those who fight with conviction are those who are the strongest,” she said. She was glad to have put her faith in the spotted stallion. She’d been abandoned once on these islands and she was glad it didn’t appear to be happening again. She had little experience with the battles of a stallion - other than hearing the distant cries.
In her youth, she’d seen colts her age playing around. And when she had been a yearling, still in her distant mountain home, she’d seen her sire fight with a bachelor. It had terrified her. She had always wondered what would possess horses to endanger themselves in that manner. Bondurant stood there, almost ashamed - or was he angry? Fayte couldn’t tell.
She didn’t feel it was her place to ask either.
She knew he was strong still. She was glad to be in the everything that the spotted stallion said he couldn’t allow to be destroyed. And she decided she would stay with him. He’d proven himself to her - he’d stayed. The Stars did not lie, and neither did actions.
fayte“Those who fight with conviction are those who are the strongest,” she said. She was glad to have put her faith in the spotted stallion. She’d been abandoned once on these islands and she was glad it didn’t appear to be happening again. She had little experience with the battles of a stallion - other than hearing the distant cries.
In her youth, she’d seen colts her age playing around. And when she had been a yearling, still in her distant mountain home, she’d seen her sire fight with a bachelor. It had terrified her. She had always wondered what would possess horses to endanger themselves in that manner. Bondurant stood there, almost ashamed - or was he angry? Fayte couldn’t tell.
She didn’t feel it was her place to ask either.
She knew he was strong still. She was glad to be in the everything that the spotted stallion said he couldn’t allow to be destroyed. And she decided she would stay with him. He’d proven himself to her - he’d stayed. The Stars did not lie, and neither did actions.
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- without the fear we are all as good as dead - By B O N D U R A N T August 23, 2012 at 01:10:28 AM
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