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bite me
Posted on May 17, 2020 at 05:55:06 PM by CAIN



He could have run all day, just to escape. He would have run intil his lungs exploded and his legs became brittle beneath him. The only thing that stopped him was the sudden touch. It was not fully unwelcome, just unexpected with everything that had happened to him in the past. He was used to being rejected and scorned at, insulted and looked down on. He wasn't used to genuine sympathy. As they slowed to face each other, the tobiano stallion could better take in the other horse. The refined head and intelligent golden eye made him think mare but the well muscled form could very well be a stallion. He only glanced at the other sunken eye out of respect, not wanting the grullo to think he was picking out vulnerability. Over all, the other paint was a very interesting specimen. For his own sanity, he decided to treat her as a mare, but one he would very much like to know more about.

Why did she reach out to him? Was it because she had that same kindness in her heart as Vihaan and Harlequin were cursed with and hated to see someone else in pain? Did she understand what he was feeling on a more personal level? Was there more to the story? She smelled of the Peak. Was she a member and had motivations of her own or a captive out to escape? His tail swished behind him at the multitude of thoughts and questions in his mind but he brushed them aside for now. He was sure the mare had quite the story to tell but that's not why she was here. When he spoke, he noticed that she moved toward him, as if actually wanting to hear what he had to say. It was a new sensation and a part of him drank it in like a starving man took in food for the first time.

When she spoke, it was to tell him he seemed remorseful and she couldn't see him being punished. "Maybe I am." He whispered in response. What if whoever made the decisions out there had decided he was beyond redemption, no matter his current emotions? Even if he kept trying to turn his life around, his actions, what if it was already too late? What if his fate was sealed and there was nothing he could do about it? When she spoke again, he glanced up, ears pricked tentatively as she said that she'd once felt the way he did about fate playing a part in how their lives went, but that the truth was harder. He blinked, one brow raised expectantly to hear what she had to say. In a flicker, he was able to see the pain of her own past in that lone golden eye before she spoke once more. She said there was no purpose the pain and we choose our own path, that we were our own enemies.

He looked down, wondering how that can be true. He wasn't the one who took Zubeia, Geneva, and Zena from this world. He was just the one who laid them in the ground. The pain was all encompassing, added to the rejection he felt by Primrose who came to the Desert just to tell him she might not come back. And now Vihaan, who came back but already felt miles away. Her rejection would completely undo him; he was sure of it. How could there be no purpose to this? Finally, he took a deep breath and looked up at her, his dark eyes questioning. "How do you defeat that kind of enemy?"


Cain_stallion_6yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert

Father to: Akello(xVihaan), Legolas(xGeneva), Paisley(xPrimrose), Carbon(xGeneva), Zena(xZubeia), Twinge(xHarlequin)

photo by JNix@Shutterstock



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