Post by Alexandrite Xavier Darke on Jul 2, 2011 21:32:03 GMT -5
Alexandrite Zarzaine Xavier Darke Just a normal day Six months, had it reallly been that long? Since I had felt the gentle weight of Trance's arm around me. He had always been there, to tell me that everything was alright, I still remembered his last words to me as they drug him away... I'll come for you, I promise. I would never forget those words, he had promised the day he had found me that he would never leave my side... and he never had, not until now. I hated them for this, for taking away the only family I had ever known, they said it was for my own good... I didn't believe them. It had felt like a century, they had never answered me when I asked if I would be able to see him again, they still wouldn't. That was answer enough, they wouldn't let me see him again, they blamed him for where I had been, what I was like, if only they had met me before... There are some things in life that will never change, my love for Trance is one of them. He had been there for me, when no one else had, he was the only one who had ever cared about me. He never told me why, but I guess it doesn't matter anymore. My strides carried me into the stables, but I didn't even move over the Friesian that stood, its posture contemptful as it observed the horses that stood around it, its muscles quivered like it barely restrained itself from lashing out. I remembered how they referred to him now. I'd take that brute you call a horse for a run before it tries to kill anyone else. It just took that shrill whistle between my teeth and it snapped, the lock shattered from the weight of its hooves on the door as it lashed out, but the moment it was by my side it was still, gently resting his muzzle on my shoulder. It was just like with Trance, to others he was just a killer, to me... he was all I had. The silver spade-mouth bit that even I couldn't remove from him still rested between his teeth, hooked to the double-reined Weymouth bridle. Demon was a stallion that had taken the phrase 'wild' to a extreme, until I had came along. But he was still a living nightmare, last person that had tried to come near his mouth to remove the bit had nearly lost their hand. Me? I gave him his space, I knew what it was like to be pushed to trust someone. My hand rested gently on his neck, swinging myself unto his back without a saddle, that was one thing he would probably never be broken into, to him a weight on his back that wasn't me was something he had to kill. I knew how it felt, to never be able to trust anybody, maybe that's why we trusted each other. I didn't even need to direct him to the trails, he just moved, he knew what I wanted, he always did. In a way he reminded me of Trance, he had never needed to ask. Streets turn into graves [bg=black] |
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