it is normal for her to be full of rankled displeasure. often distaste sits on her tongue, along with a slew of rude comments and bitterness just waiting to spill out. these qualities have been nothing but amplified by her current state. her own stupidity astounds her, as she recalls her coupling with the suave bay who had satisfied the needs of her body during her last heat cycle… she had thought little of herself and her life choices before then, but now with her abdomen heavy with a foal, dredge’s opinion of herself has hit a near all time low. at least one thing satisfies her now, indulging in the tufts of dry brown grass that sits half above and half below the thin blanket of snow. her gunmetal colored hide is thick with winter hair and she is the picture of health, unfortunately. she could think of little better than laying down in the snow and freezing to death but the subtle fluttering feeling in her womb keeps her from such a fate…at least she blames that… likely she was too bitter and miserable to submit even to death. her black tipped ears flutter with annoyance to a commotion at the edge of the meadow, the bushes and trees there trembling with activity on an otherwise still morning. her peaceful silence is disturbed. a behemoth bursts through the foliage bombastically, snorting and sputtering as if the whole world should fall to it’s knees for having been graced with his presence. dredge feels her ears flatten into the tangled mass of black mane at her poll and a disgusted snort leaves her lips. she vinously snatches at the last few stalks of dried grass before her when the stallion stops and bellows. though no others turn their attention, dredge can’t help but stomp toward him vehemently, her eyes burning. what do you want, giant idiot? couldn’t wait until the sun was fully risen to make an ass of yourself this morning you just had to start early?” her voice is cold, full of sarcasm and spite, though sadly, in reality all her vitriol is really only meant for herself. |