I had had my fun with a foal but that was just warming up. Now I was looking for a fool of a stallion who I could work my words with and make him fall into the deep pit of love, never to return out of it. It was my skill to raise the hope of a stallion sky high then bring him tumbling down to earth, crashing on the ground when he realises it was all a cruel trick that I had played on him. I had done it many times before and now it was like seccond nature to me and the thrill of the trick was so tempting I did it again and again, not caring of the emotional pain the stallion would go though.


The heavenly fields seemed to be the perfect place to pick my prey. There would surely be all kind of stallions lurking in the hundreds of brightly colored flowers that were scattered round the fields. My golden eyes pierce the land as I search cunningly for a stallion with emotions I could toy with. It would get me into the swing of things again and maybe give me a idea of how this land worked now as well as entertain me to see the foolish stallion picked fall for me.


I had my best act on. My tail was lifted high so that it tumbled down the back of my legs beautifully and my mane rested neatly on my neck. My dusted body is perfectly clean and I am standing with my neck raised, ears pricked and my legs firlmy placed. Now I wait.As all the best predetors do.


Thinking :: Talking :: Doing