05-08-2015, 09:44 PM
{you remind me of the babe}
{{X}}Voudou was rather confused by the stag's response. True, her actions hadn't been typical, but he seemed almost truly disgusted by them, whereas most stallions would be working pretty hard on controlling themselves about now. What a peculiar beast Jason was. She did long to just understand him though, clearly he could not be bent out of shape as easily as most. She swiftly turned her head once again to listen when he spoke, eyes full of curiosity and bewilderment, in the way a small child might stare into the twisting, curling flames of a small fire. He kept his composure, and acted as if nothing had even happened.
{{X}}And then he proceeded to ask her a question, one that was painfully simple yet something Voudou was completely unwilling to answer. Frankly, she would give him an answer if she had one, but it was something she had pondered for long hours in the night with no success. A small frown crawled forth upon her muzzle, and she looked away, focusing intensely on the grass blades in front of her. What did she want? Voudou knew what she didn't want. She didn't want love, she didn't want to be chained down and trapped anywhere or with anyone. She didn't want to be smothered by the souls who, though their intentions were good, felt everyone always needed company. But at the same time, deep down she knew that she also didn't want to be alone. Even just in the last year being alone had gotten very lonely. It was a different loneliness than what most considered lonely. It was the type of isolation where you felt as if the whole world was dull and meaningless, as if just being alone was enough stress to make you burst inside.
{{X}}Before it became uncomfortably silent, she shifted her weight and turned, sliding her head under his powerful neck as she did. Turning to bump his nose with hers, she asked, "So where was it you said you lived? Or have we not even talked about it yet? The other mare threw me off a bit." Voudou knew that nothing had thrown her off except his question, but she hoped he would gracefully accept her change of subject and drop it. Too many creatures were nosy and kept prodding even when the air became tense and uncomfortable. Frankly, though, Voudou knew it wouldn't be the end of the world if he did prod at her. He seemed like the type who was caring, not curious and gossipy. Besides, a part of her liked the attention she got from being different, and, to an extent, broken.
{{X}}And then he proceeded to ask her a question, one that was painfully simple yet something Voudou was completely unwilling to answer. Frankly, she would give him an answer if she had one, but it was something she had pondered for long hours in the night with no success. A small frown crawled forth upon her muzzle, and she looked away, focusing intensely on the grass blades in front of her. What did she want? Voudou knew what she didn't want. She didn't want love, she didn't want to be chained down and trapped anywhere or with anyone. She didn't want to be smothered by the souls who, though their intentions were good, felt everyone always needed company. But at the same time, deep down she knew that she also didn't want to be alone. Even just in the last year being alone had gotten very lonely. It was a different loneliness than what most considered lonely. It was the type of isolation where you felt as if the whole world was dull and meaningless, as if just being alone was enough stress to make you burst inside.
{{X}}Before it became uncomfortably silent, she shifted her weight and turned, sliding her head under his powerful neck as she did. Turning to bump his nose with hers, she asked, "So where was it you said you lived? Or have we not even talked about it yet? The other mare threw me off a bit." Voudou knew that nothing had thrown her off except his question, but she hoped he would gracefully accept her change of subject and drop it. Too many creatures were nosy and kept prodding even when the air became tense and uncomfortable. Frankly, though, Voudou knew it wouldn't be the end of the world if he did prod at her. He seemed like the type who was caring, not curious and gossipy. Besides, a part of her liked the attention she got from being different, and, to an extent, broken.