Posted on January 13, 2021 at 03:25:30 PM by Corona
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The excitement of the race was contagious, making her very body vibrate with energy as she turned to converse with the stallion. He was so lively compared to the other brothers, so like her in spirit. Something in him drew her, but she'd already been bit once in foolish affections and she wouldn't be fooled again. Who's to say he wouldn't become just like her ex-betrothed and try to temper or tame her? She claimed to be tougher and he grinned back at her, obviously pleased with her defiance, but she had to wonder if she were to give in, if he would still be pleased or if he would try to stamp the defiance out of her. He chuckled before teasing her about her reaction to the word "marriage." She did have a strong reaction to it, now. Her history did not paint it so beautifully as his own must. She tilted her head, raising a brow. "And who's to say it's not a snake waiting in the grass? I might just have the fang marks to prove it." She gave a stomp of her hoof, before shaking out her mane with a snort. Her gaze fell to the sand at their hooves for a moment, not wanting him to see the haunted expression cross her face as she thought back to that tool, Vapor. He was everything that was wrong with her impression of marriage. When Aldebaran shook, it broke the grey mare from her thoughts and she looked back at him, ears pricked as he spoke. She liked the compliments but had to wonder if they would ring hollow once she gave in. Vapor was full of compliments as well before he announced their betrothal. The blood bay stallion said marriage wasn't despised among them and she shook her head sadly. "And yet my history with it is not easily forgotten. You have a fresh outlook. Maybe you'll start rubbing off on me." Her lips formed a small smirk at the end as she eyed him. When he dared to brush his muzzle against hers, she inhaled sharply in surprise and pulled back, but there was only a curious look in her eyes as she watched him. He was certainly different from the other stallions. Less composed, less poised. More her speed. He spoke then of his brothers and how they had yet to court her. She tilted her head once more, wondering where he was going with this. His last whisper made her chuckle a little as she gave a toss of her head. When he spoke again, it was to tell her of how they could have raced in his homeland, but how it wasn't normal for mares to compete with the stallions. She scowled at the idea. "It was thought of as improper for mares to race in my former home. It wasn't lady-like. My mother thrashed me every time she caught me running with the colts. Only they were allowed to run and spar and play. It was in practice to show off for their future wives, to show their speed and strength and what genes they could give to future children. Fillies were supposed to be polite and quiet-minded. Speak when spoken to. Do not make eye contact with other males except the one meant to be your husband." She knew all the rules by heart, but her distaste for them was apparent in the little curl of her lip and the way her ears flicked back. Trying to brush the thoughts away, she glanced back at him and smirked, her eyes narrowed in challenge. "As for your bad habits, I'm sure I could handle myself." Searching his gaze for a moment, she took a daring step toward him. "Tell me, Aldebaran, what are your hopes for the future? Do you only dream of proper wives and lots of strong children? Is that where your dreams settle?" Corona_mare_6yo_Arabian mutt_14hh_dapple grey coat (black base)_white mane & tail_brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Dunes photo by Olga_i@Shutterstock |
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