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Posted on June 1, 2018 at 04:15:14 PM by kafkaesque
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as I wandered the forest, the green leaves among, i heard a wild flower singing a song since the departure of her journey, she has given little to no thought on where and in what position she might actually end up. the lightness of her hoof and smallness of her body have always lent well to earning protection from others but they also have served well as means of quick and quiet escape and blending into nature like a tree in a forest. necessity taught her kindly and swiftly that sometimes the best protection is not a fighting knight by your side but a nimble soundless escape and a small stature to shelter in thick brush. either way, she has served herself well enough in the past to get along happily and safely. her spirit, though joyful and sociable, is as content to rest quiet among the whispering pines and rushing grasses as it is with company of her own species. standing next the large russet creature whom she now kindly regards as a friend she can’t help but note, despite the darkness, that his eyes display an interest in her may be more than just that of a friendly nature. she is unalarmed, aware by this point in her life of the dangers and benefits of her feminine charms. her gaze follows him steadily, blue eyes searching his features for fault. she finds none outright, noting his relaxed and comfortable posture and contented easy going expression. her ears, with tips slightly darker than the honey cream color of her body, swivel gently at the sound of his voice. she chuckles softly as he refuses her thanks and finishes chewing, a smile forming at this boyish behavior. she follows in suit as he turns upward to enjoy the view of the night sky. the moon still hanging low and heavy, like a ripe fruit ready to be picked from the vine. it casts a soft silver light which hangs ethereally over her back, illuminating the faint russet line that divides her from mane to tail. after a moment of admiration she returns her attention to him. his home sounds agreeable to her ears, the sweeping of prairie grass against her legs and his easy company. caution echoes in her mind, a slow fear of being trapped and held like a bauble upon a shelf, but for now, she trusts the placid nature of her companion will hold. she is agreeable and sweet, her voice a soft and lilting thing against the evening. despite her playfulness and candid tone, she realizes that perhaps he isn’t asking her at all, merely posing a question and allowing her to acquiesce rather than using brutishness to force her to his home. she appreciates his nonchalant friendly manner and flies are lured better with honey than vinegar so it is said. she leaves no trace of her thought as to his intentions visible on her face but remains as relaxed and happy as before the invitation was extended. liveliness will suit me well for a time and your company has already been a benefit. besides, if i stay here and you leave, who will guard me as I sleep? p e t a l mare : 3 : perlino dun : arabian mustang mutt : 13.3 : kafkaesque s t o c k ~ l u m b e - s t o c k @ d e v i a n t a r t |
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