08-06-2016, 11:01 AM
That was another tricky question. Raxa finished eating the mouthful of grass she'd grabbed, lifting her head and looking away in thought. It was a question she'd often thought of, but at the same time, never really cared to bother herself with. A paradox really.
Letting out a small sigh, Raxa turned back to look at the paint stallion, surprised that she didn't shy away this time when he had nudged her, as she often would before.
"Herd life has never really suited me. Living among a bunch of horses being watched over by a stallion who thinks he can boss the mares around without being met with resistance, I'm not a fan of that. I'd rather stick with a couple of close companions of both genders, a group of friends, or a single companion. Living among mares and being bosses around, I would rather subject myself to the wolves of this land than a herd life," Raxa summarized, resisting the urge to spit with disgust at the mere thought of herd life.
Letting out a small sigh, Raxa turned back to look at the paint stallion, surprised that she didn't shy away this time when he had nudged her, as she often would before.
"Herd life has never really suited me. Living among a bunch of horses being watched over by a stallion who thinks he can boss the mares around without being met with resistance, I'm not a fan of that. I'd rather stick with a couple of close companions of both genders, a group of friends, or a single companion. Living among mares and being bosses around, I would rather subject myself to the wolves of this land than a herd life," Raxa summarized, resisting the urge to spit with disgust at the mere thought of herd life.