[ mhr gha SEER ah ]
Fell
▻ Sarama | Shvana ◅
One might have questioned the idiocy of waking the demon that she knew slept beneath his skin, coiled up and eating its own tail with gnawing slowness. He wanted to implode, let his darkness eat itself until it had eaten him too, and she simply tired of the cold, the wet, and all the other hardships borne on her own. She wants him awake. Awake and tending to the nuances of everyday life. Even more than he had once done, passively roving his women and lands as if they were anticipated or expected.
Now he knew better - that anyone could be gone at a moments notice - and she felt sure that it was time for him to react to it beyond his internal woe. It had been fine with Kohelet, she understood because that was a private loss - but Shvana? Shvana had been a shared loss at LEAST between them. The wallowing was over.
So she shoves, harries, kicks, snaps her bossy blunt teeth at him. He had always been careful of her and maybe any other day she would want it from him simply for his sheer size comparison. Not today. Today she did not pull punches or want him to either. She whistles high in her throat, her whites showing as she whirled her heels up into his chest. SHe regrets this a little, but still he is slow, still he is not quite awake. He snatches his teeth on her rump suddenly and the kicks take on a new provoked heat, her dancing little hooves buffeting her hips into him and kicking heels into hock and flank and netherbarrel. Then-- thank the gods --he finally wakes.
He is shoved full into her so that she has to hurry her steps forward and still cannot flee him. She throws her head as if to catch him if he tries something with his own teeth again - smarting on her hip where he’d only half-heartedly nipped her. He may not be buffetted by that but the second she notices his aim for her crest she ducks beneath his reach and does as she’d seen her uncle do to those who he sparred with. Teeth to the hind-knee, to the rear of the canon, lowered so that she shuffled along biting there on one knee daring the earth to skin it open.
But she catches herself and soon pops back up and leaps with a spring that might have made the Iberian horses of The Lost Islands jealous. She is panting when she lands, looking at him mistrustingly with a stomp of her hind hoof and a flicker of skin where he’d caught her sharply in her initial surge. If she had been human, he’d have seen her bottom lip quivering, face blanched, hands shaking - for all that she had been the original aggressor. She looks to see if she had done the job well enough to stop, eyes filling to the brim and the jitters relentlessly making her tremble.
OF THE TINUVEL BAY
▻ five years - arabian x kathiawari - maximum chestnut sabino - 14.2 hh ◅