Posted on January 5, 2015 at 03:46:23 PM by S H A M WARI
It doesn't take a genius to realize that my mum was frigid. She was as cold-hearted as they came and can turn on somebody in an instant. I always wondered if that was what happened with Kasabian, this brother of mine she spoke of, but we never saw. But I've never seen mum turn on someone like this, with this strange stallion and mare standing in front of us. I am dumbstruck by it as the venomous words ooze from her mouth. I can't imagine talking to someone else like that. Maybe it's some kind of motherly, protective instinct. But what do I know about that. I stand obediently to her right side, my heavy cranium level with her hip. I watch the yellow strands of her fur bend in the wake of my choppy exhales. My vision is glued onto that of the strangers in front of us. This spotted mare comes out of nowhere and is just as rude as my mum. Maybe its just mares in general I don't understand. It's all over in a whirlwind and I watch wide-eyed as the stallion glares at me while urging his mare back into the woods. I'm not sure what it is about me that this guy decided he doesn't like. I'm not interested in his mare. I don't want his territory. Despite this warm sensation inside of me, urging me to take a step in front of mum and guard her, there's nothing in me that makes me want to fight him. At least not yet anyway. I feel the reach of mum's nip at my shoulder. I hesitate a minute, returning the stallion's glare with my own chiseled expression and pinned ears, before following obediently. No friends were made today. But there's always tomorrow. 
| Fresian Mutt | 15.3 | Chestnut | Evaline x Rook | Half-brother to Kasabian | Vinyl | Photo © kimerleecury |
Was I left behind?
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