08-20-2017, 08:43 PM
She was unsure as to why their stalker stayed hidden. For why not come and join the fun the two were soon to have? The painted queen allowed the stallion's words to hang in the air for a few moments. The silence hanging thickly in the trees.
You may bunk with me or serve the kingdom.
The line played over and over in her bustling mind. It amused her. As his body came to a stop beside her, her flank pressed to his own, she side stepped. The first movement from her in their time together.
"I serve no one."
Her tone was thick with an underlying message. The dark one would not be used as a slave, a warrior, a toy, she wouldn't be used as anything for that matter. Their guest shifts and the keen hearing she holds catches this.
She begins to move, powerful legs pulling her into the circle the painted one had taken around her. Her movements held a grace to them not often seen. A gait reminiscent of early fog. Soft and slow.
"I shall go nowhere where I will not be viewed as what I am."
She allows this to sink in, not yet elaborating on what it is she might be. For she wants them to guess. She is drawing out the game, hoping they would play along.
She knew that though the other would not make themselves known, they were listening. And the voice that slipped out of her dark muzzle was enough to lure them out if they dared.
"I have lived everywhere. I have experienced most, and have done it all. I have had others worship the very ground I walk upon, and those who spit in my eyes."
Her eyes were trained on the ground as she walked, the circle growing tighter with every loop.
"I have been ridiculed, and lied to, but my enemies have not survived."
She is closer to the painted one now, and before they may touch she is gone again. A fleeting wave.
"It is you Chemdog that interests me now. You are cunning, I can tell. Strong and witty in your ways. Why is it that you allow others to rule you?"
She stops before him, head cocked in an almost comical manner. She is not backing down, neither is she stopping. For she has just begun.
"Why let them walk all over you when you could push them to their knees and make them beg? I simply do not understand."
She is walking again, a soft hum beginning deep within her chest. It is a call for the unspoken one, the other who lurks within the trees.
"There is a time when you must play dumb, allow others to think you are inferior. Less than them in every way. And there is a time when you must use your head to accomplish greatness, bring the very mountains to your feet without changing the weather. Now tell me Chemdog, what do you choose?"