The Horse Games

Alyssum de Fonte · 06-09-2012, 05:27 PM

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i thought it said "the hunger games" and I lol'd. let the horse games begin...

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Alyssum sighed as she stepped out the courthouse, preparing herself for what was coming. Ever since she moved into the building and stopped sleeping in the trees in the nearby forest, her companions, particularly her mare, had been complaining about her lack of company at night. Because of that, she allowed Macbeth to nest in her room, though she had to sneak him into the courthouse, since she was unsure if anyone would like the idea of a bird inside of the building, but Antebellum was a whole different story. She doubted she had the ability to get the horse into her room without anyone noticing, and was certain there wasn’t enough space to even accommodate all three of them despite the horse’s claim that there would be.

She decided to resort to a different direction that the mare did not want to go in: sleeping in the stables. Bella tried to explain that she was too “hardened” to sleep in a shelter that was Luperci-made, and insisted that she would rather sleep out by herself than to cozy up like a soft horse would do. But, after picking out a stall and chiseling her name on a plaque of wood, the deed was done. After that, the mare silently complied with Alyssum, allowing her to lead her to her stall and closing the door in front of her, though kept giving her a dramatic look as if she was betrayed. The de Fonte knew that she would get over herself soon and decided she needed to start sleeping with her kind again. The woman began to thought that perhaps Antebellum saw herself above the horses, and needed to learn to be respectful since she was new, and that would only happen if the horses put her in her place themselves sooner or later.

Despite her silence, Alyssum was sure it was not long before she would hear how unfair she was being. She walked into the stables, rubbing her eyes while murmuring nonsense in premeditation for the stress that the mare would surely bring, and after dragging her fingers over her face and muzzle she realized that she was not alone. “Hello, there,” she greeted, giving a crooked smile to the man and his horse, and hoped he did not think anything of her as she quickly removed her hands from her face. But, she did not think much of it, and stepped over to the stall where the glaring mare stared at her with baneful eyes.

“Name’s Alyssum,” she continued to say as she opened the gate, allowing the palomino mare to step out, the horse snuffling and sniffling childishly about how awful it was in there, and patted her back. “And, this damsel in distress is Antebellum.” She stopped her moping for a moment to let out a sharp snort, though she went back to her huffing a moment later. The coywolf woman noted that the man was dressing up his own mare, and had to ask, “Are you going out for a ride, too? Mind if I come with; it would be nice if I had someone to talk to besides this sad filly.” Again, another angry sniff followed after her words.

Code by the Mentors; photo courtesy to Olli38

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