You'll sweep off her feet; Chemdog

[Becca]

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell. This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.

She can sense him, the little devil lingering within the trees. She could hear him with each breath he took, as if a ghost was breathing down her neck. He was ever so close, perhaps too close. And if he was looking for a little something might as well give him the picture before he begins to fantasize their future.

"Come out little fucker."She grumbles, her words are sweet maliced with a tinge of bitterness in her tone. One that she had become used to, one of which loved to return back to kingdom life, where she was free. Instead she was a slave to all the dirty fuckers in this god damn world.

Her lobes swivel in all directions, awaiting for the simple sound of hooves brushing against grass, that shuffling sound that she ever so hated. But soon she'll face that little shit of a stallion, and take him down. She wasn't one to be messed with as her past "Owner" had quickly learned within minutes of their first greeting. She wanted to play hardball, and thats what they got a dirty little game. Which she wasn't afraid to beat the shit out of every single one of them.

becca

image © nathan walker
This is her aggressive side btw, she's sort of twisted like that yet sweet. @[Chemdog]