10-17-2016, 11:43 AM
I was right about the obnoxious horndog. He leers at me, hazel eyes roaming over my body with an almost palpable intensity, like an unwanted caress. Ugh. He steps closer, and I pin my ears and bare my teeth, tail lashing. “Fuck off. Not gonna happen.” Somehow he seems to think that’s a come-on, because he steps closer. But a few well-placed bites and a kick square to his chest when he nips me and tries to herd me along are enough to convince him that I’m not just playing hard to get. And that just maybe he doesn’t want to deal with the trouble of having such a rampaging bitch in his little herd. Or at least that’s what he throws in my face to try to make it look like his idea to back the fuck off. I’ll take it, though.
It’s hardly the first time I’ve been called a bitch.
I’m not exactly the most chipper and cooperative creature to begin with, and I fucking hate being around so many people. This was probably a terrible idea. I should just go back to my Lionheart and we can find another damn cave to sleep in or something. Except that really wouldn’t fix the lonely ache in my chest, or make me feel any less like I’m one terrible day away from being all the fuck alone again. I can’t put all of that need on Rhory’s shoulders, even if they’re big and broad and more than capable of bearing it. It’s not fair to him. And really, I should man the fuck up and try to do the stupid goddamn interaction thing. Meet people. Or whatever.
Speaking of meeting people. Someone walks right the hell up and says hello. Oh god, she’s like...everything I’m not. Tallish, elegant, pretty. Her voice is all feminine and lovely even, and she has fucking flowers in her hair. Calm, charming, pretty much perfect. And for a second I’m tempted to call that asshat of a stallion back to run interference, because he was a hell of a lot easier to deal with. Guys I know. Guys I’m good at, or at least good enough at. I have no idea what the hell to say to fairytale princess here.
So naturally I just let my mouth do whatever it wants. Brilliant This is gonna go well. “Yeah, I find the grass tastes best when it’s been trampled by a thousand strangers. Name’s Arrya. You looking for a place too, then?” Stupid question. Of course she isn’t. She’s too picture goddamn perfect to be homeless, and she’s sure as fuck not a Meadow rat trying to drag herself up out of the dirt. “Or are you here looking to bring home a stray or two?”
It’s hardly the first time I’ve been called a bitch.
I’m not exactly the most chipper and cooperative creature to begin with, and I fucking hate being around so many people. This was probably a terrible idea. I should just go back to my Lionheart and we can find another damn cave to sleep in or something. Except that really wouldn’t fix the lonely ache in my chest, or make me feel any less like I’m one terrible day away from being all the fuck alone again. I can’t put all of that need on Rhory’s shoulders, even if they’re big and broad and more than capable of bearing it. It’s not fair to him. And really, I should man the fuck up and try to do the stupid goddamn interaction thing. Meet people. Or whatever.
Speaking of meeting people. Someone walks right the hell up and says hello. Oh god, she’s like...everything I’m not. Tallish, elegant, pretty. Her voice is all feminine and lovely even, and she has fucking flowers in her hair. Calm, charming, pretty much perfect. And for a second I’m tempted to call that asshat of a stallion back to run interference, because he was a hell of a lot easier to deal with. Guys I know. Guys I’m good at, or at least good enough at. I have no idea what the hell to say to fairytale princess here.
So naturally I just let my mouth do whatever it wants. Brilliant This is gonna go well. “Yeah, I find the grass tastes best when it’s been trampled by a thousand strangers. Name’s Arrya. You looking for a place too, then?” Stupid question. Of course she isn’t. She’s too picture goddamn perfect to be homeless, and she’s sure as fuck not a Meadow rat trying to drag herself up out of the dirt. “Or are you here looking to bring home a stray or two?”