Posted on January 25, 2013 at 07:33:55 PM by S O L G A R
he who fears losing has already lost
 "The man who fears losing has already lost." His heart warms a little when Neassa leans into him with with a friendly whicker, allowing him to forget his troubles for a moment; but, as is characteristic of him, he retains a stoic demeanor and continues to watch the pale mare before them in silent curiosity, determined to make a respectable first impression. The woman is the color of bones, her mane and tail and legs - and her eyes - almost the bronze of old blood. The pink skin around her nose and eyes makes him think of illness. In fact, Solgar experiences the crass, strange sensation that he is looking at a living skeleton, naked and bare for all to see.
He has always found pale horses such odd-looking creatures. But when Neassa utters those fateful, questioning words, it is as if some malicious god has finally opened his eyes to see past the woman's physical exterior. The past comes rushing back to him like the lava of an erupted volcano; his gut tightens and his head spins and for a moment, he wants nothing more than to run away from the prying eyes of the females before him. He is somewhat ashamed of his tryst with the pale mare, not only because he had been maddened and enraptured enough by desire enough to flee to the crossing and mount a mare he normally would not have been attracted to, but because, strangely, he doesn't want Neassa or Winter to know about her. She is his secret, his weakness, and his reminder that he is only a stallion, helpless against his own instincts. What to do, then, when the mare shows the whites of her eyes and inches away from them? Should he be grateful she is not certain of his identity, and let her disappear from his life forever? Just as he is fumbling for the right words, his scarred bottom lip hanging open like the vault to a cavernous wound, Winter appears out of nowhere and sidles up beside his alabaster acquaintance in a manner that irritates him, though he's not sure why. In truth, he has not felt at ease around her since their argument a season ago, and knowing she harbors less than friendly feelings towards him despite her interest in the alpha position has not helped. Sparing the palomino only a glance, he waits for her to finish speaking and then abruptly declares, "She's not lost." For the life of him, however, he cannot remember her name or if she had even given it to him, so the stallion falls silent again, his face creasing subtly into the ghost of a frown. S O L G A R 11; mustang; blue roan; 15'3hh; inlet; shiva |
Replies:
- Butterfly fly away - By Neassa January 29, 2013 at 02:17:26 PM
- "Blood of my ancestors.." - By volpe February 2, 2013 at 08:31:38 PM
- x - By Solgar February 9, 2013 at 05:57:26 PM
- "Blood of my ancestors.." - By volpe February 2, 2013 at 08:31:38 PM
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