Falls

-:like thoughts inside a dream:-

Apparently she doesn’t recall our time together quiet as fondly as I do for she lashes out like a wounded beast, her teeth smashing into the bony ridge of my withers. I prance to the side, anger and surprise momentarily furrowing my features before I finally digest her earlier words- ’her mother’ she had replied. My expression melts into a deeply satisfied grin as I realise the pale dame’s motivation. ”Oooh” I hum happily ”so if you’re her mother” I pause, enjoying myself far, far too much ” that must make me…the father? Bet she looks like me” I cackle, retreating backwards anticipating another attack.

Despite my recent rejection of the sometimes cruel and pleasure-driven lifestyle I was leading, I don’t feel I owe this mare an apology. I gave her a daughter, one she obviously cares very deeply for, and though she didn’t particularly ask for our intimacy, I could have left her in a worse condition than just pregnant. ”So tell me about her, about Zaida? Is she big and strong like me?” my dark eyes grin mischievously at the genuine but sarcastic sounding question. Out of all the foals I’ve spawned, this is the first time I have known one of their names and though I have no interest in playing daddy to my past mistakes, I would like to know what kind of foals I produce.

//sorry to make you wait, and for such a crappy post too :0 //

Friesian Mutt -|- sixteen two hands -|- eighteen years