He must have figured it out sooner than her - she sure hadn’t told anyone. But he probably had lots of other examples too. Gritting her teeth, the fuchsia-pointed bay had to admit to herself that perhaps she could have known earlier too. But only to herself - no way that she would give in to anyone else.
Like just now - she wasn’t willing to give up her freedom for a baby she’d accidentally made, and certainly not for his father and his precious herd. He had plenty others willing to be wooed, it just wasn't her.
Why the hell could he not understand that?
And now he came here with pretty words and petty arguments, thinking he could sway her (again) and she would suddenly change her mind because of the life that was now within her.
Well, didn’t that just blow up nicely in his face.
Almost literally so - she couldn’t handle his stupidity any more, and his non-argumentation had finally gotten the better of her. A bite might teach him to next time keep his distance.
With mild, short-lasting, satisfaction, she’d let her teeth sink into skin and muscle and turned to leave. He'd feel that for a while.
She’s so - darn - stubborn. He should never have gotten himself involved with her. Why’d he even bothered? Sure, she was pretty, but even last fall it had been clear and obvious what her character was like. Not the loyal types he usually hung around - something different entirely. Perhaps that was what had attracted him to her in the first place. But now she had a child growing, and he knew it was his.
If he couldn’t even raise his child, what good was he then?
No, he would continue to fight for them - whatever this stupid little girl was thinking, she belonged with him. With his family. With her ‘sisters’, at least that’s what they seemed to call themselves. With her herd. His herd, sure, but, mostly his children’s home.
Why the hell could she not understand that?
It would be the safest place - for her ánd the unborn child they shared. Maybe in time she would get used to it and appreciate it, but if not, nothing would stop her leaving if the foal was grown - but until that time, he couldn’t just let her leave and never see his child again, ever.
Her freedom was so precious to her, she would neglect her - their - child’s safety and happiness, which is why he lost his tongue -
She bit him. She actually bit him. Used those fangs and, faeries help him, he had no idea what to do for a moment. Stunned, he watches her turn to leave, though a fairly white (almost too bright) shape is conveniently in her way. His head lowers in a defensive position - this is getting way out of hand, but he’s not going to give up so soon.
Like just now - she wasn’t willing to give up her freedom for a baby she’d accidentally made, and certainly not for his father and his precious herd. He had plenty others willing to be wooed, it just wasn't her.
Why the hell could he not understand that?
And now he came here with pretty words and petty arguments, thinking he could sway her (again) and she would suddenly change her mind because of the life that was now within her.
Well, didn’t that just blow up nicely in his face.
Almost literally so - she couldn’t handle his stupidity any more, and his non-argumentation had finally gotten the better of her. A bite might teach him to next time keep his distance.
With mild, short-lasting, satisfaction, she’d let her teeth sink into skin and muscle and turned to leave. He'd feel that for a while.
She’s so - darn - stubborn. He should never have gotten himself involved with her. Why’d he even bothered? Sure, she was pretty, but even last fall it had been clear and obvious what her character was like. Not the loyal types he usually hung around - something different entirely. Perhaps that was what had attracted him to her in the first place. But now she had a child growing, and he knew it was his.
If he couldn’t even raise his child, what good was he then?
No, he would continue to fight for them - whatever this stupid little girl was thinking, she belonged with him. With his family. With her ‘sisters’, at least that’s what they seemed to call themselves. With her herd. His herd, sure, but, mostly his children’s home.
Why the hell could she not understand that?
It would be the safest place - for her ánd the unborn child they shared. Maybe in time she would get used to it and appreciate it, but if not, nothing would stop her leaving if the foal was grown - but until that time, he couldn’t just let her leave and never see his child again, ever.
Her freedom was so precious to her, she would neglect her - their - child’s safety and happiness, which is why he lost his tongue -
She bit him. She actually bit him. Used those fangs and, faeries help him, he had no idea what to do for a moment. Stunned, he watches her turn to leave, though a fairly white (almost too bright) shape is conveniently in her way. His head lowers in a defensive position - this is getting way out of hand, but he’s not going to give up so soon.