One of the Earth Posted on May 23, 2015 at 02:58:44 PM by Pagan
The gypsy’s dark eyes gazed steadily at her, his ears starting to flick back and forth in concern. Her hesitancy in answering him and her steps back did not go unnoticed by the quiet steed. His feet still planted where they fell in the snow, he reached his head forward and blew gently at her, hoping his polite greeting would comfort her and relax her in his presence.
She spoke two names, neither of which meant anything to him. From a name he could not even be able to pick up and match the now more than stale and dead scent of the stallions in this land. Pagan shook his head sadly at the young mare in front of him.
“I am sorry miss. I do not know these stallions.” He replied quietly, just loud enough to be heard over the wind. “This land was empty when I arrived, and I alone since I have been here.” His head tilted slightly to the side, various thoughts going through his mind. None of which he was particularly fond of. “Who were these two to you?”
To the stallion, this mare represented an opportunity. When she entered his realm he could have called her his own, eased his loneliness and started to build his herd. She was young, she was beautiful, and she would grow to be strong. He thought stronger men would have forced her to stay, possibly punished her for asking him about other stallions in his home, insulted that he would have allowed them in his territory. Stronger men would have trapped her in his place, and made it a prison for the young creature before him. Pagan felt the fear coming from her and knew he would never be able to do such a thing to another. It was not the way to build a home.
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