Meadow

Her dual nature fought within her, arguing over what she wanted more. Whether she wanted him to defend himself with teeth and words, or to take her justified anger. She wanted to shout at him, to punish him for the months of isolation she had wasted pining after his handsome face. ¿Dónde está la pasión, mi amor? ¿Me has olvidado tan fácilmente? Where is the passion, my love? Have you forgotten me so easily?

She stands now, her petite ribcage heaving with her exertion. Like a tidal wave, the anger had crested and now, upon it's expenditure, dissipated. The emotion left behind is a complicated one, relief mixed in with her desire for him leaves her dizzy headed and she presses forward, eager to return his caress. She fits her head against him comfortably, one fluted ear tipping back to listen to his hasty explanation. A disgruntled noise barks from her as he makes his excuse and she flattens her ears in response. ¿Realmente cree que puede referirse a mí como una niña? ¿Como si yo no fuera más que una cogida casual?Does he really think he can refer to me as just a girl? As though I were nothing more than a casual fuck?

The slender mare pulls back from him, her gaze sharp as it bores into his. For a long time she does not speak, only stares, appraising the stallion she has traveled so far to be with. After a long moment, she mutters something quietly, shaking her head. "Tu serás mi muerte."

Shaking her head, she steps forward to place the lightest of kisses on his golden cheek. "It had better not, lover boy."

With a lithe movement she aligns herself beside the dun striped stallion and tosses the heavy strands of her sea-soaked forelock from her eyes. She would not admit it to herself, but the world seems brighter now that she has him at her side. With a cheeky grin and a flick of her tail across his body, she teases him lightly, already past her fit of temper.

"Perhaps you can show me your favorite places here, mi amor. Or," she adds with a wink and small nudge of her muzzle, "we can go to your casa and get reacquainted."

Either way, she was simply glad that he was here. She had found him, as she said she would, and now he would be his. It had not quite occurred to her that she should, perhaps, consider his input on the matter.

MARE | PASO FINO | BLACK | 14.3 HANDS | HOMELESS | LOVEINSPIRED