breathe. fly. breathe. fly. breathe. fly.
as usual she had run headlong into the wind without first taking stock of the situation. her act first think later attitude coupled with naiveté never failed to lure her into some distasteful predicament. well, perhaps not exactly distasteful at all to some, finding a home, frolicking into the sunset with a gallant stallion alongside, but for the small black dart of a mare, being claimed and herded in a direction she was not the chooser of, a distasteful predicament was exactly where swift found herself.
she couldn’t help the snort of disgust that left her nostrils as she found herself being slowed and directed by the giant of a beast that had come careening out of nowhere to place a triumphant nip on her inky black shoulder. at that touch she had found herself reaching upward with her own tiny maw, looking to return his nip far less delicately… she hesitated however, her dark eyes widening as she realized that she would have had to leap a foot in the air to graze the beasts shoulder. her dainty little ears plunged flat into the messy pile of windswept black mane and she let out an angry squeal as she more or less threw her hip into the giant stallion and settled for double barrel kick, unlikely to make any contact but surely with enough force to display the dedication she felt maintaining her personal space.
she is more disgusted with herself for being so careless than the behemoth at her side for capitalizing on the fact…it isn’t his fault she had moments of complete idiotic recklessness…or scratch that..that her entire life was a moment of complete recklessness. the need for constant motion, the swish of a tail, the flick of an ear, and most importantly the rush of the wind across her back was all she ever thought about…could she go faster…fly higher… push harder. and usually, she did.
currently however she found herself being maneuvered back toward the dark swirling surf and threw out the anchor. knowing she stood no chance fighting the huge stallion for her freedom she succumbed bitterly to his direction, spitting out her words in an icy tone. yeah yeah, i get it. i’ll follow you. with this she gestures with a snort for him to lead the way to his home, assuring him that at least for now she will comply. she sees no need to offer her name or any other placations.