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 couldn't help the smile that formed on his face as he watched his new "master" smile and express her own joy. So this was to be his life for the time being, a person who freely gave up their own freedom to become a pet because of boredom. The brute didn't mind it though, if he were honest he sorta liked the idea of being told what to do. Fuast wondered what others would think of him, what they might say to him. He was fairly certain the majority of it would be negative and might cause a verbal fight or two. God forbid an actual fight broke out over this. What were he to do if a fight were to break out over this anyways? Would he passively let them win to avoid a physical fight, or would he fight back? He'd never actually had a reason to fight before, preferring lose over injury but now things have changed. Your going to get hurt, maybe even end up dead. His anxiety and paranoid mind whispered to him. Fuast decided that since things had changed he'd probably have to fight in such a situation, for his masters honor if not his own.
A sharp swish of his tail and he's focusing on her again even though his focus never really left her. He listens to her as she tells him why she wanted a pet. To take care of and to love, he would be lying if he said he didn't like the sound of that. The last time he felt loved had been when he was a child and that didn't last long. You're thinking about this to hard, stop while you can.Run and never look back. The rational part of him speaks up at last but its to late at this point, he's invested in this path he's chosen for himself, so he shoves the thought down into the abyss. He chose this willingly and is going to stick to it. The way she strokes his ego isn't bad either, calling him the best smelling, best looking, and nicest stallion.
Would she make a good master? He thinks about that for a moment. She seemed like she had never ruled over another person, which he supposed was nice. He had never been ruled over, always on the move he never settled with a herd. So they were both inexperienced and that was fine. No one was perfect and he didn't expect her to be. He was far from perfect and preferred his imperfections over perfection. Fuast believed she'd be a good master, even though he didn't know what a good master was.
"I believe you're going to be a great master, even though I've never been owned before. May I ask though, where do you suppose we shall be going now?" Fuast was curious as to where they were going to be going now that this arrangement was made. Did she have a herd she belonged to already? Would they try to drive him away once they found out? Would they try to kill him for being different? He knew the general public were afraid of change, so much so that some where known to go to deadly measures to keep the status quo. He gives a shake of his mane and banishes these thoughts, if things turned nasty he'd just go with the flow.
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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