Adelheid raged against the draft body that pressed against her. Though she was fueled by youthful and a force that was stronger than storms themselves, she could not truly fight against the heavier and more advanced weight of a seasoned mare. The teeth nipped at her flesh to leave welts but still she struggled against the press. Their close quarters kept her from using her hooves and soon she was overpowered. A young body, still not completely filled, was no match for Jasiri’s toned bulk. Quick of mind, Adelheid changed her tactics, her head still tossing into the air and ears invisible against her skull. There was no doubt this bitch bit off more than she could chew.
What the hell do you possibly think you could do with me? She snapped, her voice a whip and a hiss through the air. You cannot keep me here and you would be stupid to try. For years her mother had kept her quietly by her side, a forgotten shadow asked to follow obediently. It would not be true anymore. She would not be someone’s silent specter, a complacent prisoner. Her life was her own and she would vow to make a life hell for those who tried to say otherwise.
Years ago she had tried to capture and claim a pair of stallions who had wronged her friend. She had been told at the time such a practice was archaic and barbaric. At the time she agreed. There were more ways to trap someone, she knew, she experienced. Just as those stallions had gone free, so one day would she.
For now she breathed heavily in her stillness, face still set in an equine snarl. Daring the other mare to challenge her in a different show of strength, daring her to enter the ring of fire.
Adelheid
Mare : Friesian Mutt : Black Splash : Inka&Valentine |