Why can't the flames erase my past Posted on March 19, 2025 at 07:21:34 PM by FireFox
The red mare was wandering, cautiously. She was still belonging to the harbour but it wasn’t like she had thought it was. She wasn’t a prisoner, kept locked in a cage, Vadim was kind to the frightened mare who had lived her life as a slave. She was pretty sure Tattoo had forgotten about her now, he seemed to want to stay and collect mares, so hopefully he leave her alone. She hadn’t asked Vadim yet but she was hoping he’d allow her to stay.
Her scarred body told of her past. She was learning what it meant to be free, which was actually a terrifying concept, she had no idea what she was doing, jumped at every sound and was probably way too agreeable to people.
With a sigh she looked around anxiously, she wanted to meet others but as much as she wanted to, her fear of others was hard to over come. Maybe coming here was a bad idea. Maybe she wasn’t ready to be around others. With a sigh she dropped her head, shaking it slowly at herself.
Who would of thought, being a slave was a lot easier than free. She shook her head at the thought, remembering all the times she’d wished she wasn’t a slave, well now she’d got her wish and didn’t have a clue what to do next.