To say he was flabbergasted when the large male laid down before him was an understatement. He could feel the rattle in his knees, shaking as he stood before the large fella. When the male laid down, it brought him to eye level with him. Which was weird in its own, being able to look in the eyes of a grown male like this was not something he had expected. The skin between his eyes puckered, unsure of how this made him feel. What was going on? Why did this large male care so much?
He listened quietly as the male spoke – As Assassin spoke. The guilt rose back up, a thick choking feeling rising with it. He shook his head as he was told he didn’t need to feel guilty. If that was the case then why did he feel so guilty? Why did it feel like this was all his fault? He could feel it churning his stomach, a painful cramp spreading through the muscles. “No no no. She wouldn’t leave me. She would’ve stayed until there was a sign…I messed up didn’t I? I didn’t do anything right.” The words died down with a whine, his eyes closing as he continuously shook his head from side to side, disbelief evident in his eyes. He knew if the tables were turned Mother would’ve never stopped searching for him, but he had given up after such a short time. He was such a disappointment.
The male had then spoken of helping him to a place where it was all ladies, where he might feel safer. But that didn’t settle well with the colt. He stomped a hoof as he shook his head sharply. “No! I’m not replacing her!” To say the boy was back at throwing a tantrum was putting it lightly. He was not handling this well at all. At no fault to Assassin, he was doing what he could. But the boy was refusing to accept it. It was as if nothing would be good enough, and that meant he couldn’t accept a thing. It meant he’d do it alone. Right? He had to prove to everyone that he was strong and capable, and that he wasn’t a weak foal.
The sass that was building in the young boy wasn’t good. He didn’t need to be acting this way, lashing out at Assassin wasn’t being nice. He knew that in his gut, and he’d feel guilty about it soon– when the temper tantrum was over that is.