Common

Switch was not the sort of mare to make anything easy. Not for herself, not for those around her. Even when she was content, wrapped in the equal embrace of the two men she adored (and loathed the most), she was likely to cut them down as she was to murmur words of endearment. Even if she had, somehow, found a way to be soft and easy as other mares might be, it was not within her nature to stay that way. Not when her heart ached with the loneliness of her men leaving her; no, what she needed was for inside and outside to match, and the fastest way to do that was to provoke the brute.

Far from being cowed by her verbal lashing, the giant stallion pressed further into her space, forcing her to shift her weight back and away from him. He was the most verbose man she'd ever met, and she could not stop her dark lip from curling into a sneer, the vitriolic retorts building up on her tongue.

"Destiny is bullshites mierda," she spit, ears flattening to the nape of her neck. The more he talked, the more furious she became, incensed at his pretentious choice of words, at his presumptions, at his holier-than-thou attitude. Her lips peeled back from her teeth in a grimace and she snapped at him, a steam whistle scream building in her throat. "You don't know shit about me, or my destiny, or my past, or my potential." Each new thing was punctuated with a snap of her teeth until she finally pulled back a pace or two, still furious. "Go sit on a cactus, capullo."

She would have likely gone on insulting him, finding ever more creative ways to say no if a familiar, earthen stench hadn't followed a new golden stallion. Her head whipped to him with narrowed eyes and bared teeth, all masking the reflexive swallow of alarm. The Lagoon. Memories of those long years spent rotting amongst the bachelors as the sometimes plaything of Fiero and Khajiit, of the depression that had sucked her soul dry, of her desperate escape and Khajiit's stubborn refusal to let her leave.

The Lagoon had been her first home on these islands after she'd followed Fiero here, but she had no desire to return to it's dank embrace. Thankfully, the new arrival had fewer designs on her than he did on Romaro and so she took that as her cue to leave. The golden stallion definitely looked like he might be easier to provoke, but she would not return to the Lagoon. Could not.

Even if that rancid swamp and it's notorious denizens were all she deserved, she would no go back.

And so without so much as a parting glare for the two of them, the sleek black mare ditched the pair and raced for the west, where the sanctuary of the Falls waited.

mare // paso fino // black // 14.3hh // homeless // loveinspired