Mandrake
I watch as the blood-crusted stallion gives me a playful grin, that trouble-making grin I had singled him out for even with all my children. Yes, my children were obedient, but Tajheri never had been perfectly changed, still stubborn as a mule and just as annoying, hee-hawing at me and being a little rebellious. It was a change from Archibald and Evers, and I had to stop, force the stiffness out of my body. Of course he'll be an idiot. That's what Tajheri is, as much as I may have forgotten it in his times away. Yes, I'm a bitch, and I know it, but if you're going to lay down and let people walk over you, you're much worse than a bitch. "Yes, Taj, I know all about being a bitch, because if you're anything else horses just walk right over you, crush you under their hooves." He would have to try harder than that to make me angrier than I already am, although his words make me a little more pissed. I really have forgotten what an idiot and mule he can be at times. |