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she cannot contain her laughter when the small brown stallion scrambles to the other side of the river and glares, retorting snappishly. it is the first time in quite a while that she doesn’t have to fight the urge to move or twitch or stamp. she bellows heartily, snorting in the most unladylike manner, as she watches him retreat briskly into the woods. . .crotchety old bastard. she isn't absolutely sure what caused his sudden outburst, obviously he wasn't afraid of the water. she did believe she heard the snap of teeth on air as she lunged to the other bank and back so maybe he was just scared of her. the thought causes her to laugh even harder, sides heaving.
it was a strange thing to behold and even stranger for her to see another creature on the islands that shared her small stature, even smaller than she actually. it is obvious from her physique that if she wanted to catch up to him she easily could. she doesn't spend her days wallowing in riverbeds. her body is a machine, sleek and agile, hard with muscle and alight with energy. she was born, bred and built to run, to race, to fly, to endure. indeed she would be no match for the stubby brown stallion she sees fleeing into the woods because she would never stoop so low as to chase the clearly unsettled old codger.
alas, she doesn’t let his distaste for her company bother her. in fact she stands quite still even minutes after his hasty departure, chuckling and snorting until fat tears roll down her shiny black cheeks. with one final humorous sniff she gathers herself, feeling the tickling of energy rippling through her back and legs and begins traipsing aimlessly along the streamside, ready to cause another ruckus should the opportunity present itself. so far, freedom from the desert has been even more entertaining than she could have imagined.
arabian mutt. mare . 13.2 hh . 3 yrs . black . kafkaesque |