Boredom. When you are bored. She knew the meaning fairly well. Boredom use to suck her down into pits of despare. How? She would choose wrong paths that always was risky. She lived on the extreme part of life for about two years. "I will keep you company, but, if you so much as touch me, I will make you regret it, and all you will see is my tail flowing behind my body as I leave you alone in a rut." Her voice was still cold and stern. Her ears where still pinned back, and she looked vicious. She stood next to him. Not letting any part of her golden coat, or silver mane and tail to touch him.
Without his body warmth, she was cold, but she was OK with that. She regretted deeply ever trusting this stallion, he has told many lies, and still hasn't uncovered any. Well she guesses it's up to her to find out his twisted or shocking secrets. Some may be brutal or undeniably well hidden. She was eager to find out, and she was willing to do almost anything to find them all out. She bit back the urge to mock him, and she pushed in closer to him. She had to continue thinking to herself, find out his secrets, be safe from the personalities, lies, betrayals, and shattered hearts this stallion can offer any of the mares. Be Safe.