As soon as the palomino stud backed away frome the conflict, Maji did the same. She released the pressure of her closeness quickly and stepped back.
The rain still drizzled away, pattering steadily through the trees like an encouragement. Maji relished the coolness of it as it trickled down her flanks and kept her energy full to brimming. She barely glanced at the smoky filly when she spoke, clear blue eyes still trained on the stallion. They bored into him, her gaze almost an assault it was so unrelenting. But despite her earlier explosion, and despite the cutting words of the stallion who spoke of her like a dumb beast who wasn't even there, there was no aggression in her posture or body language.
Maji stood as a leggy pillar in the rain, her neck hanging relaxed and her stance loose and calm. The rusted figure before her had clearly ment for his words to sting and provoke, but it was difecult to say if Maji even fully comprehended them. Her ears kept swiveling and turning to the thick jungle behind them, making her appear distracted.
As the pale rust colored man let loose in a rush of words ment to degrade her, claiming he 'wouldn't give a shit' if she was washed out in the tide; Maji leveled a cold stare at him. "You seam to expect me to care."
Maji was only slightly put off by the studs arrogance, but mostly she didn't care. Mostly she wanted him and his little whore in training to vamoos and leave her to the jungle. She could feel it getting restless, as was she. Her hoofs shifted in the warm soil and she shook out her mane distractedly. It had been so long since she had lost her self in the dark green of a rain forest, where earth and water combined to create a landscape that breathed and writhed with as much life as the sea did.
"I did not ask for your time, nor anyone else's," she cut a pointed glance at the filly. "And so far all you've done is waste mine." Although her words were far frome friendly, the complete lack of malice or offense in her rushing voice was almost startling, especially when held in contrast to her earlier aggression. But the painted mutt was oblivious to her unpredictable actions that hinted at mood swings, as well as the affect they might have on others. It was as if she was slightly removed frome the normall thought process. Maji was a mystery, even to herself.
- MAJI
And someday I'll crumble
Mutt | Seal brown splash (Ee Ata Splspl | 16.2hh | 7 | Homeless | Gecko
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