09-07-2015, 02:33 PM
Dig up her bones,
but leave the soul alone
Her mind was occupied. Busy with thoughts that lingered on the edge of dark and light. There are so many things that could go wrong today. So many things that might go right. But nothing really ever goes right for her. As she lurked through the field, she eyed the many wandering souls that didn't give her a moments glance. The smaller animals were not important. The younglings and the other mares she ignored as well. It was the stallion or two that she kept her eye on. A bay here, a buckskin there. The colors were skin deep, but she wanted to know the nature of their darkness. How bad could they be?
This filled her mind with vicious thoughts. Thoughts that a young mare wouldn't dare let out. They might get the wrong impression of her. They might think of her as a harlot, or a trouble-maker. Is she? A slight smile played on her lips. She could be trouble. She took a step forward, but pulled it back. Her anxiety set it. Would the small dappled mare be welcomed, or cast aside. Most likely the latter. Why should she try to engage? Try to play?
She hardly noticed the stranger slink along side her, but his teeth brought her mind back to the present. Her ears pinned and she swung her head around to bear her teeth at the rude mongrel who thought it okay to sink his incisors into her. His hissed words reached her, and her heart started to pound. Could he claim her? Would she allow it? Without a word, she swished her tail in annoyance and lifted her head, frowning at him. Her mind, always questioning. Who is he? What does he want? What does he have to offer? What can she offer him? Should she fight or play along?
Bellfae looked him up and down. He was slightly taller then her, with an expression on his face like he knew just how to make her do what he wants. Like he wants a fight....she isn't going to give it to him. Though the thought of playing with the stranger was tempting, she wasn't in the mood. She will obey...for now.
"Then lead."
She dipped her head in sarcastic obedience, a grin that showed her teeth upon her maw.
TAG: Gryffen | WORDS: no clue | NOTES: idk what color i want for her text! first world problems