The thick humidity of the jungle curled its self around her, pulling her into the warmth and wetness of the place. Standing still on the edges of the forest, Maji was not compleitly obscured by the groping leaves and foliage, as was made evident when a high, pure voice cut the thick air. Her head snapped around and she stared blankly at the smoky black filly who had approached her. A stillness, a dangerousness, gathered around the white splashed mare. Her body language was unreadable and her eyes were dull as she lowered her head slightly.
"I am none of your business."
The words were low and soft, a mere whisper in the rain. No sooner had they left her lips, then an angry squeall triped its way through the leaves, a palomino roan stud following close on it's heels.
The rusted gold of his coat was dulled by rain and sea water but still bright as he shoved her back and reached out with snapping teeth. Maji reacted quickly and jerkily and in an unexpected way. Instead of pulling back and away, she shoved forward fast and hard so that her chest smacked hard against the stud's. The soggy hairs of her pelt mixed with his lighter ones as she shoved up close against him. The graze of teeth against the crest of her neck left only a sting of pain behind and Maji ignored it. Her breath came quick and short as she made sure to stay close against his side. Frome this close, every kick or bite he tried to land would be clumsy and she would return them just as swiftly as they were dished out.
She spoke in a rushing, rhythmic voice that melded with the scrabbling of her hoofs in the mud and plant life beneath their feet. "You don't attack unprovoked, and especially not someone who is a potential edition to your herd. I hope to God you're not the lead here."
She knew he was, of corse. The place stank of him. But his unwarranted actions were a driving point for her criticism. She felt no worry anyways. Let him take offense. Let him beat her or rail at her. She had done nothing wrong, which put her in the right. And she could feel the jungle's pull, nibbling at her and whispering to her. She was here to stay.
- MAJI
And someday I'll crumble
Mutt | Seal brown splash (Ee Ata Splspl | 16.2hh | 7 | Homeless | Gecko
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