Posted on October 14, 2023 at 03:02:58 AM by quitaque
When she hears the stallions cut off call, Quitaque startles with a flinch, though her hooves do not move. Her posture straightens, her head high and eyes now alert, she fastens her gaze on the stranger. Though she doesn’t understand it, muscles coil beneath her tan hide like a viper, prepared to strike at any second. It is conflicting to the mare; she should feel relieved somehow else has shown up that she could pawn the child off on. Thrown the responsibility on the unsuspecting stallion and high tail it to the sea without a backwards glance. Instead, she pins her ears, delicate black nose jutting out threateningly until he finally speaks. Still, her posture remains mostly the same, except that she brings her nose back down to a more normal position.
“Well enough.” She answers, eyes briefly glancing down to the sleeping filly. Ignorance was bliss, and clearly the child felt no threat in the presence of her dam. Stepping around her carefully, Quitaque strode closer to the stallion so that she was standing in front of her daughter like a barrier. Nose pinched and ears still back, the buckskin mare gave the nastiest glare she could muster. “What do you want?” Quitaque nearly snarled short-temperedly.
Instinct was the only excuse she could come up with for her behavior, but even if she wanted too, Quitaque couldn’t change it. She was a strong mare, and apparently an even fiercer mother. It was a shame she didn’t truly want the child.
quitaque
i am the end
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- drinking the four winds; - By aldebaran October 14, 2023 at 02:08:38 PM
- you are the beginning; - By quitaque October 22, 2023 at 08:26:14 PM
- drinking the four winds - By aldebaran October 23, 2023 at 12:25:29 PM
- you are the beginning; - By quitaque October 22, 2023 at 08:26:14 PM
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