“ Not many belong to lands as savage as these. “ I replied quite literally to her question.

While I acknowledged that her remark more than likely referred to Olaf's hold on her, I chose not to remark on it. Nothing, at least, not for the moment, would grant her the freedom she so desired. Not without thievery or a stallion brazen enough to confront either Olaf or myself. I doubted there were many, though. Even with as great a prize as this mare was. She reminded me of the flowers in my birth home; where I ruled supreme and commanded one of the most successful herds.

Though they were not like any other flowers, which were delicate and pretty. Not by any means, no. These ones were rough and hardened as the thorny and scraggly cacti they budded from. Unlike any field flower, those of the desert bloomed exclusively at night. The suns rays were strong and unapologetic, they cooked everything in sight and so the desert dwellers needed to be well-guarded; this included plants. I swished my red tail aside and I regarded her earlier confusion. “ It is merely a formality, don't confuse me for a love-struck boy. Because I'm not. “ I said and continued to elaborate. “ My people are fierce and tenacious, though we are a people of much heart. Both in strength and reverence for one another.”

BLOODMANE

i'll not bow down;
i'll rise through the sun