Posted on February 7, 2013 at 11:54:52 PM by dresden.
 Dresden learned the laws of impermanence long ago. In a world that was always shifting and changing, the mare could tell you that things there was very little to do with how much you wanted things to change. Someone had told her once only dead fish went with the flow, but that didn’t seem quite right. The creature had found simply floating along with the tides was working out just fine. Dresden wasn’t one to pick up and change the things that had been working so well for her. If you wanted to prove to her that things were going to be different you could have a crack at it, but it was only on the off day that she would really take notice.
Dresden tries so hard to keep the utterly neutral façade up. She’s trying, she’s always working with herself and against herself and it’s… it’s fine. The champagne mare has tried time and time again to remember that she’s perfectly fine, that there’s nothing in this world that will rattle her cage if she doesn’t let it. Dresden has made a life of not letting things getting into her head, of not taking everything everyone else says with a grain of salt. The creature has to try, fight tooth and nail sometime, but she does it. The stallion whose scent fills this odd little land comes nearer, and his teeth are upon her shoulder. Dresden takes a simple sidestep after it’s done, knowing full well that it was going to happen anyway. Her head lifts, green eyes leveled on the stallion’s face. He’s not much larger than she is, fairly average, nothing to really remark of. The mare’s tail twitches, swatting absently at her haunches. Her gaze is level, intense without being too deep in thought. There’s a war going on inside her head, but she doesn’t show it. Instead Dresden stands quietly watching the stallion. “Thanks, I think.” The mare nods once, more to herself than to the man. “Who are you?” She’s looking for a name, a label she can plaster to the stallion that stands before her, not that much different than her. mare. mature. sable champagne. walking disaster. |
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- Filling my pockets with stones. - By vercingetorix February 12, 2013 at 09:37:20 AM
- safe from being real. - By dresden. February 22, 2013 at 03:27:47 AM
- "The crude mortality of man." - By vercingetorix February 23, 2013 at 07:22:14 AM
- x. - By russell February 23, 2013 at 07:22:39 AM
- "The crude mortality of man." - By vercingetorix February 23, 2013 at 07:22:14 AM
- safe from being real. - By dresden. February 22, 2013 at 03:27:47 AM
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