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| Stallion :: Equine :: 16.2 hh :: 6 years |
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They don't seem to understand words very well, for they remain when they have been asked to leave. I flick my ears uncertainly, eyes twitching between either stallion. The tension has thickened. Though nothing but peace has been spoken, there is the underlying sensation of a snake coiled behind a rock, poised to strike at the next stride.
I have the impulse to charge at them, madly flailing to describe in as best I can that they really should depart. I would scream it at them if I could, but I doubt they'd heed it any better. I hardly think a rash decision to throw my bodice at them any better a tool, but the nerves have me coiled so tight I feel for a brief moment the courage of a warrior on the threshold of a battle. The weakness floods out of me and I stand firm and strong, teeth bared under the grim line of black lips as I regard these foul intruders with an increasing rage.
We all have our breaking points. I have been worn too thin, my ink washed over a canvas too broad, that I feel myself cracking. Rather than split I imagine I will rebound with a sharp snap.
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