08-10-2016, 04:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-10-2016, 04:03 PM by Rebellious Child.)
He gulped as he realized that there was someone else here. "Um, no. My mother died. My father, he huffed, "I don't even know who he is." he streached his neck. Pride sweaped over him. He somehow felt bonded to her, like he needed to listen to her.
"What is your name, ma'am?" he grimaced at his politeness. What had made him this way? He was Rebellious Child. Sure, he hated that name, but it wasn't his choice. If he could choose, he'd this mare choose. He let his smirk return. He looked at her, waiting for an answer.
"What is your name, ma'am?" he grimaced at his politeness. What had made him this way? He was Rebellious Child. Sure, he hated that name, but it wasn't his choice. If he could choose, he'd this mare choose. He let his smirk return. He looked at her, waiting for an answer.