Posted on August 2, 2012 at 07:05:40 AM by BADR
 Guilt is an emotion that he is not familiar with. Not once in his life had Badr done something to make himself feel guilty, not once had he felt remorse for his actions. He had behaved accordingly out of the best interest of his physical body and his mental health, and thus he had survived all the tests that life had thrown in his direction.
It’s not that he doesn’t feel bad for what he has told Vesti, it’s just that he should and yet, is seemingly incapable of feeling as though he is the reason for her sudden sadness and anger. Badr watches in silence as she spins from him, kicking up dust and sand that settles quickly around her as she does so, her back and hips now presented to him. But Badr is no barbarian, and while the tantalizing scent of autumn twiddles it’s fingers around his nostrils, he ducks his chin near his chest and waits for her to lash out. He waits for the kick or the bite to come in his direction, and he should take it like a child that is receiving their daily beatings, but instead there is nothing but cutting words. When she assumes that he is a liar, he presses back his ears and stares darkly at her, a sort of fire burning in his eyes while he looks at her. While the stallion may be brutish and less-than-gentle, he is no liar. Such habits had been beaten out of him as a child. So he snorts. It is a loud and sudden snort, really all that he can think of to do in that moment to respond to her, like scoffing at her words as though what she has said is completely and utterly absurd. There is a thick silence that sits around them, weighing heavily down on their shoulders and making the air feel hotter than it already was. Emotions… emotions had strange, hot, feelings to them. That is what must be charging the air, he thinks to himself. After a few moments, he responds in a quiet voice, one that he makes no effort to hide the anger from. “I do not lie.” It is not something a child says in self defence when caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar, it is a statement, a true and honest statement… but she won’t believe him. Only then does he realize that she must be blinded by anger for what Nikola has done to her, and he leans forward for a moment, slowly reaching for her face to brush his nose against her cheek, shutting his eyes as he waits for her teeth to dig into his skin. For the moment that he feels nothing, he speaks again, this time softly, apologetically. “Sorry.” badr The misguided jailbird. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell. |
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Replies:
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti August 3, 2012 at 00:39:31 AM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR August 9, 2012 at 06:20:33 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti August 14, 2012 at 06:51:46 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR August 16, 2012 at 06:12:10 PM
- x. - By badr August 28, 2012 at 08:21:24 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR August 16, 2012 at 06:12:10 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti August 14, 2012 at 06:51:46 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR August 9, 2012 at 06:20:33 PM
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