When I was done dying, my conscience regained
So I began my struggle, a nothingness strained
Out a flash made of time, my new form blasted out
And it startled me so and I burst out a shout
Fuast watch with a small smile on his face as Kassiopeia went to smell some flowers. Well she seemed to enjoy them by the way she sniffed at the delicate things. Oh how he did love the flowers, so to see someone taking time to pay them attention warmed his heart a bit. Of course it didn't last long and before he knew it she was standing in front of him again. He stayed quiet and listened to her speak of how well she'd take care of him and her never having a pet before. It was only obvious to him that this was the first time she'd have another person as a pet, because what sane person would ever agree to this but him? He wouldn't say he was the sanest person, no one was completely sane or normal. Everyone had that dash of madness, some just had more than others.
Fuast had to admit he did like this mare, she was nice so far. She hadn't been rude to him or even made fun of him for his liking of flowers. Maybe she was just weird too and consciously couldn't say anything to him without being a hypocrite. He wondered what skeletons she had hiding and if he'd be one of them someday now that he knew here. Now that he had agreed to be her pet. Would she treat him like some animal or like a person he wondered. It didn't matter really, he'd stick around till something forced him to flee or she proved to be a serial killer bent on adding him to her list.
Ears forward he caught the last of her words and pondered them for a moment. Why was he different? Why hadn't he been acting like a regular stallion and forcing her to be his? Maybe it was that he was tired with the way things were and are. So boring when everything's the same wherever you go. Its always the same story with different people and he was getting tired of it. Stallions demanding mares to be below them, to make sure they ruled based on what was between their legs. Fuast liked when things changed, when things went in a different direction. He loved when a bachelorette herd popped up, hell bent on turning the tables. He'd seen it happen maybe once before but left before things had gotten interesting due to the weather.
It seemed his easily agreeing to her had also left her slightly confused, which was to be expected. He was a peace loving flower sniffer by nature and could easily go with the flow if it meant peace. Besides, this would keep him occupied for a while, maybe years if nothing went awry. To hear her say she liked him was nice too, he'd never been a ladies man due to his anxiety when one tired to hit on him. That and Fuast tended to be dense at times when the occasional mare would hit on him, not knowing what they would be getting at unless they told him straight to his face. A mental shake of his head he lets himself speak now.
"Im different because its simply too boring being like all the others. I love change and things that are different and find being a pet might be something quiet entertaining and definitely different. What makes you want a pet anyways, master?" If he was going to accept his role as pet he might ass well go for it all the way and call her master every now and again. If it were possible a blush might have played on his face as he let that last word sink in. He had actually called her master, his anxiety was going haywire.
F U A S T
At which my legs ran frantic like birds from a nest
And I ran until drained, leaving no choice but rest
So I fell asleep softly at the edge of a cave
But I should have gone in deeper but I'm not so brave
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