01-24-2016, 10:12 PM
Vayna frowned. How was she going to reply respectfully to this? She didn't want herd life. She wanted to be the independent mare she knew she was. Her father had taught her to fight, and her mother had taught her two very valuable things. To be respectful, but also, to say no. Vayna was quite the warrior. She had plenty of scars, one of which was very visible. The pink scar tissue ran from her poll, and down her neck to her breast. The scar was not fat. It was rather skinny, obviously made by some kind of claw. She had another on her her wither though, looking quite like a star. This one was inflicted by none other than a stallion.
She lowered her head, deciding she would make a deal. If he would not boss her around, and she could do whatever she pleased, he could come with her. But, she would not tolerate following him, and taking orders from him. She was just that kind of mare.
"If, I can do whatever i want, and if, I make up the rules, then yes, you can tag along." She made sure to put extra emphasis on the last few words, making sure that she would be joining his herd, but she would have some control.
She raised her brow quizzically, wondering if he would follow through with it. It was a lot a ask, especially from a male. They seemed to hate when mares had more power.
She lowered her head, deciding she would make a deal. If he would not boss her around, and she could do whatever she pleased, he could come with her. But, she would not tolerate following him, and taking orders from him. She was just that kind of mare.
"If, I can do whatever i want, and if, I make up the rules, then yes, you can tag along." She made sure to put extra emphasis on the last few words, making sure that she would be joining his herd, but she would have some control.
She raised her brow quizzically, wondering if he would follow through with it. It was a lot a ask, especially from a male. They seemed to hate when mares had more power.