Home… That four letter words could be many different things all wrapped up in a tiny little bow. It made one question, as if they knew what they wanted at all times. It left a chestnut scarred up by fire lost in a world larger than she had ever thought she would live. Time slipped through her fingers in a sense, as if she was never meant to keep track of it all. Her heart ached in her chest on most days, but others she just stared out over the land like a lost lamb. Her mind spun in many ways, the threads beginning to fall apart and break. Pain was a constant for her these days, speaking of her growing older slowly even if she was in her prime. She had let herself fall away, to be a shadow in the grand scheme of things. However, that had all changed when a draft mare of grey brought up a place she could live, one where she had nothing to do but what she wanted. It made Asphara feel a bit more at ease and with it came the journey.
Her arrival in the Forest had been uneventful. Asphara did not want anyone to know her exactly. She was silent, but she aided in what she could, which was usually just walking aimlessly around the edges of the territory and watching her son. He had been growing well, but with him being the only child she knew anything about these days, Asphara felt herself just distancing from him in one way or another. He no longer needed to nurse, something that made her distance all the more easy and he was allowed to frolic and play as long as he did not get hurt too badly. There had been no broken bones, nothing dire. He was probably the easiest of all her children thus far, even if she would rather just let him follow the draft mare around and learn something other than how to be a silent mark on the forest itself.
Pulling in a rather large bite of grass from the ground, Asphara flicked her tail aimlessly against her side. Her eyes were half lidded, but one ear was flicked over in the direction of her son and the other slowly twitched. Keeping tabs on everything around her as best as possible, Asphara knew he was coming before he ever spoke or came into view. Lifting her head to let blue eyes land upon the stallion who had lain with her then vanished, the chestnut mare felt something inside her break. Last time they had been around one another she had laid it all out there. She did not want a stallion that just came, made a foal, then vanished. She did not want to be left alone anymore and as her eyes hardened, it showed upon her face as clear as the ocean's blue water on a shallow beach.
First he started talking. She tried to listen, she really did. However, the red mare pulled back and laced her ears back against her pole before opening her lips and snapping blunted teeth in his direction. Her blue eyes were hard, but a flame of anger lit their depths as she let her teeth clack in the open air and a front hoof to stomp the ground. “Save your excuses.” She hissed out then, her voice laced with anger as she tossed her head skyward. He might have been in distress and turmoil, but how was she to know? He had abandoned her and his son, left her for over a year and then most of his son’s early days. Her front hooves then stomped, both of them in rapid succession before she shook her head and gave another snapping bite at the air. She could not stop her anger from boiling over and most of that came from the hot blood of her breed.
More words left Polar and finally Asphara had enough. Snaking her head forward, the mare aimed a well earned bite to his shoulder. Her teeth would pinch, but she was not aiming to draw blood. She wanted him to realize her anger, her frustration. Her red tail lashed against the air as she stomped another front hoof. She was acting like a spoiled child, but as she pulled her head back from the bite she aimed, the mare snorted right at him. Snot fell from her nostrils as she felt her lips twist in an angry snarl. “You will promise to stay for good or you can get out.” That was all she said at the end, not in the mood for kindness or softness. She wanted his words and he better prove them as she knew his word wasn't strong. “A man is only as strong as his word, Polar. Your word… its been lacking.”
ASPHARA
mare | 15.3hhs | chestnut | of the forest
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