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02-27-2014, 01:48 AM
COIKA
dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
Coika was amused with the stallion’s reaction to her prodding curiosity. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as he initially seemed. Sure, the potential for him to be dangerous lingered, but for now he seemed to pose no threat. Others might not be so forgiving. Well, at least he was. Even with a name to a creature, she was still perplexed.
The stallion spoke of disarray of herds. It sounded as if most were separated from their homes and comrades. Coika wouldn’t question this – if the pair kept on at this rate, she’d know all she needed to in swift time.
Fatigued? Certainly, she was, but that was not at all the reason for such crazed actions. In three short years, her small herd had all gone in one way or another. Some simply disappeared, others had passed in traumatic fashion to the young one. None, though, had been more traumatic than the loss of Ero. They’d not been lovers or even friends, but it had been just the two of them for more than a year – nearly half of the mare’s short life. When he went, she felt betrayed. And, having never truly been alone, she was lost.
Judging his reaction to her outburst, it seemed that an apology was in order. I’m sorry was not in the mare’s vocabulary. She’d truly never uttered the words, or even heard them uttered from others. Closeness was apology to her, a sign that a mistake had been made and a request for forgiveness. So, true to what she knew, she shuffled away from Elsa’s protection and approached the stallion once more. This time, she drew more near to him, head lowered in a show of apologetic submission, and she attempted to press the side of her body to his. In this action, her energy was serene and sincere.
@[Nato] @[Elsa]
(ooc: Pushing her luck, as it were. Hmmmm.)
"talkie talkie talkie"
nothing scares me anymore
