It was in the moments after I had spoken that I had begun to realize my words were wasted on the two mares before me. Clearly my intellect was lost on the likes of these females who retained very little feminine qualities and even less decency. It had begun with the rebuttal from the dark mare who had clearly misinterpreted that I cared for her opinion on the matter of pureness, something I knew better than anyone. Pureness does not exist? Perhaps on a level of abstract thought but the idea of pureness I speak of means not of the sins that we commit, no, I speak of pureness in its most literal sense; something I had thought she would understand but clearly I had misjudged. However, I offered her an ambiguous nod unsure of how to reply to her comment relating to her shadows, before the previous Vulcan Queen entered the scene and it was then true colors of her crudeness began to show.

My eyes shifted between the mares as they each took their verbal swats at me, but I never batted an eye, keeping my chin elevated with unshakable pride. The pale mare, the once Vulcan Queen, spit and hissed like an angry rattle snake, making me feel ashamed for the family that had raised her. She spat insults at me, as if her words meant anything to someone of my pedigree, for she was but a mongrel mutt who had no place on this earth but to play the games of those who succeeded her in worth.

Disregarding the unnecessary warning of the ebony mare, I stood straighter as Anath attempted to disassemble me with her ignorant and even less potent words. “Fight? No my dear, I believe you have mistaken me for the likes of you. A lady does not fight, that is what sets her apart from those vicious, seething whelps, who have nothing left to cling to but their ignorance and violent ways,” my eyes bore straight into the face of the champagne mare, defiantly. It had crossed my mind that there was potential danger lurking beneath the crazed eyes of the once Vulcan Queen, but my pride was armor that I felt invincible behind.

Then all of the sudden it seemed she had worn herself out as she piped one last jeer towards me over what would seem to me as a gesture of good will, to greet those who come to your door. But again I was shown that I had obviously overestimated the civility of the mares that inhabited the Peak, making me wonder if safety was worth lying with curs. As the mares turned to speak amongst themselves, excluding me from the conversation all together, I lowered my head in a courteous nod toward the new comer before silently excusing myself from their company. I turned my hulking, pregnant frame away without another word, as it was obvious they had taken no heed of me before so I felt there was no need to waste my energy on them now. And just like that I ambled back up the side of the rocky summit, suddenly remembering the hunger that I had yet to quell in my gullet.




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Mare - Rose Grey (ee Aa Gg) - Arabian - 3yrs - 15.0


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