Posted on September 15, 2020 at 02:10:09 AM by Corona
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She only known for her subtle rebellion growing up. Her parents tried to teach her tradition and etiquette but she was quick to develop the art of disappearing when it was time for such lessons. There was running to be done and butterflies to be chased. Who had time to learn social graces when she could talk with the best of them? She was high strung and the energy had yet to leave her. Even now, her legs were restless, begging to tempt the wind. The rain still clung to her darkened coat but she didn't mind. It was cooling against the warm sun overhead. The stallion before her didn't seem impressed, agreeing to her retort but not as if he truly believed it. Her brows furrowed in challenge but she merely snorted before walking into the water to grab a drink. Who had time to wait for the dirt to clear? There was too much to be done in the meantime! Only when the golden bay grinned did she find her interest being tugged back to him. Her head tilted, watching him inquisitively as he admitted the hods do not favor him. He spoke of their prowess like he was unimpressed by that as well and her eyes widened at such a thing. Her own parents would probably consider such words blasphemous but she caught her own tongue, her expression melting into something more coy. He was rebellious as well then! "Then perhaps they should do more to impress you." She purred back with a lift of her brow. He seemed so logical in one sense and yet there was more that lay under the surface, just begging to be dug up and brought out into the open. She could feel it. He hid under trees when it was storming yet rebuked the very gods verbally as if he didn't care for the consequences. It was a conundrum indeed. He gave his name as Malaskhat then and she dipped her head politely. "I am Corona." When he asked about her stay, she looked around before offering a smirk and tossing her head. "It's quite wonderful here. I've never seen so much sand. So much open space to run....what more could a lady ask for?" She swept her gaze over him once more. "Do you run, Malaskhat, or do the trees need your protecting?" Corona_mare_5yo_Arabian mutt_14hh_dapple grey coat (black base)_white mane & tail_brown eyes_bound to none_no home photo by Olga_i@Shutterstock |
Replies:
- FIRE BURNS WHERE IT FALLS - By MASLAKHAT September 21, 2020 at 02:54:51 AM
- i'll get under your skin - By Corona September 21, 2020 at 11:40:12 PM
- FIRE BURNS WHERE IT FALLS - By MASLAKHAT September 27, 2020 at 10:20:21 PM
- i'll get under your skin - By Corona September 29, 2020 at 01:11:18 AM
- FIRE BURNS WHERE IT FALLS - By MASLAKHAT September 27, 2020 at 10:20:21 PM
- i'll get under your skin - By Corona September 21, 2020 at 11:40:12 PM
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