09-25-2015, 10:17 AM
I sense he is testing me with the bite to my shoulder, and do not I flinch. "What I say is true, stallion. It is a sad thing that you do not believe me. Or is trusting your weakness? I saw it in your eyes when I told you of my misfortune. You are drowning in pain, but you relish pain even as you are drawn into the fate of a drowning man. Is it that I am the water which quenches your fire? I care not for pretty coats, this bruise will turn to scar, and I will see it as your test of my understanding. I am not like the others you have met, am I? I knew pain and fire, but came back beautiful. Yet it is not youth or prettiness that I seek of a mate; it is indeed somebody to relate to in past and in future or fate." I say, testing him in return.