I hate everything about you,
Why do I love you?
What am I to do with this one? If I take him back to the Lagoon I would be the prisoner. The herds around here aren’t likely to view me in any favorable fashion… To the peak it is I suppose! Her own grin remained fixed to her face, red auds flickering back and forth as the black stallion spoke. It appeared that she made him uncomfortable, though he had flashed a small smile after her compliment. Her honey eyes narrowed at his explanation but she could find no trace of deceit in his rumbling voice. A man fond of spring flowers? And to think she’d believed she had seen it all. Kassipoeia cocked her head to the side and after a long minute’s pause, lifted her shoulders into a shrug, allowing her eyes to brighten once more. Glancing around, she tried to spot one such patch of flowers. It was just a few strides away, barely beginning to blossom with the cold of winter moving away for the remainder of the year. Lilac.
A few small steps toward the flower, two steps back and then forward again she reached her muzzle into the patch and took in an over exaggerated breath. The pollen tickled her nostrils and she backed up in surprise as a sneeze wracked her body. ”Oh my! Well they do smell nice. I’ll give you that.” I wonder if there have ever been any flowers in the Lagoon? Or if there will be any in the peak for my pet? I suppose I could be kind enough to bring him some otherwise. The femme returned to stand in front of the stag, three forward, two back, forward again. Straightening herself so she stood at her tallest height, she just about purred with pleasure as he accepted his new role.
Mine.
”How wonderful! I will take great care of my pet. Even better than pa took care of ma. Of course I’ve never had a pet before,” furrowing her imaginary eyebrows the vixen wondered what the rules were. Were there rules?
I shall be his queen. I shall make sure that he does not stray. I will be the protector. These thoughts made the red roan girl happy. A purpose, a use, however the back of her mind whispered other ideas into her ear.
And if he rebels? You must squash him. Squash like a bug. Do not get too close to this one. Besides, how would you EVER protect him? He is a man. You are a woman. The Peak will not be pleased to have you, but they cannot turn you away.
Ears inched toward her skull but remained frozen midway there.
”Why are you different? I expected to be the one becoming someone’s property, property today. You’ve given into my demands so easily. Though I do like you.
Kassiopeia
female | six | mixed | red dun roan | ee/aa/Dr/Rr | Orion x Sarasota | kittyha's lovechild