I think there's a flaw in my code

He approached her like a meteor hurtling toward earth, nothing subtle about him or his flaming coat. A streak of color amidst the gray. Eyes narrowed, the palomino pawed the ground, hoof striking ice somewhere deep beneath the soft snow. So they were going to do this the hard way? What a shame, I’d have come willingly if he’d simply asked. Although to be fair, she liked games. Most of the time. Pinning her auds, Kovah braced herself as he slid to a halt and began to circle. He didn’t seem interested in harming her at least.

Don’t you think you’ve had enough fun? Wasn’t it time to ‘settle’ since you left Mahlah? Images of herself, weary after one too many mind games replayed like a supercut through her mind. The night Mahlah brought home someone new, a shiny toy that Kovah hadn’t been allowed to share in. Or when there was a storm and Mahlah had tiptoed as close to the edge of the cliff as possible, daring death. Golden hide pinched itself in a shive not at all induced by the cold.

Suddenly, the stallion was lunging toward her, instinctively she hopped and kicked her back legs out, nearly slipping in the process. Stupid winter. He was pushing her away from the commons, to somewhere she’d yet to explore. Though it was somewhat frightening, it was even more thrilling. Kovah snorted, breath hanging like clouds in the air as she tried to catch the stallion’s eye. ”You could use some manners, and she laughed, the sound filling up the quiet spaces that had engulfed them just moments before. Is this how it’s done here? Perhaps fitting in will be easy. Rolling her blue optics, the vixen galloped on ahead of him, though only a short distance. She watched his well muscled legs work, momentarily admiring as she flicked her tresses across her hindquaters.

”You could at least tell me whom I’ll be ‘belonging’ to.”

You still belong to Mahlah. You always will in some corner of your mind. Wicked little witch that one was. She ensnared you, danced her way around your heart and lured you like a siren. Could this brute ever really live up to that?

k o v a h

female | five | saddlebred | palomino | ee aa nCr | homeless