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Post by Harlequin on Jul 15, 2020 17:13:32 GMT -8
If this is to end in fire we should all burn
together Dragon His hoofsteps barely rustled in the ankle-high grass that covered the moonlit meadow in a green carpet. The moon pool lay deep into the meadow that was carved in two by a winding stream. Dragon ached all over from his foray in the canyon, bruises and cuts well deserved from the unprovoked aggression he had displayed toward an innocent mare, and later to an equally unsuspecting coyote. The usually coal black stallion was covered in dried mud that had begun to crack and flake in odd places, the mud plastered his legs, chest and most of his right side, all splattered from his anger-fuelled chase in a thunder storm. On closer inspection, there was a thick darker red-brown substance that coated the stallion's forelegs. A sickening sight to anyone who had seen a violent death, as it was identifiable as blood. Frankly, Dragon was unsure as to what or who it belonged to. And he didn't dwell further on the thought as to not upset his decidedly fragile psyche. He exhaled heavily as he trudged alongside the stream, soldiering on until he had reached the edge of the moon pool. Dragon lowered his head and gave the water a dubious sniff, the night that had fallen following the storm was lit by only the moon. It reflected brightly off the water in front of him, giving it a mirrored effect that meant he couldn't see the bottom. His ears remained in their usual back facing position as he braved the water, hissing quietly as it enveloped his legs, the cold biting sharply at his skin. He exhaled in a snort and forced himself deeper into the water until it almost crested his withers. The water was cool, retaining is temperature from its source in the mountains that broke up the scenery around him. He shifted, uncomfortable and unused to such temperatures before deciding he had enough and ploughed his way back to shore. The water parted for him smoothly, creating waves and ripples as he surged forward, the moon's reflection rippled uneasily as he halted, knee deep staring hard into the shadows as he spied another equine. His whole form tensed defensively as he glared at the barely visible figure. "Spying on others is rude, you know." His words were hard, partially from frustration at not noticing them sooner. That thought gave him paused, what if... what if they weren't real? What if his ghosts had decided just haunting him in his sleep wasn't enough? Oh gods above, was he hallucinating? Had he really cracked that much? ~Notes~
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Post by 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚🌈™ on Jul 18, 2020 13:15:09 GMT -8
Sequoia was tired and not just physically. She was sick of losing those that mattered to her. She had never known her father and her mother had sent her away, saying she never wanted to see young Sequoia again. It had caused her to shatter... not just crack, but shatter. Nothing made sense and part of her had to wonder if this life was even worth it. So far, the answer had been a resounding no. She had wandered from place to place but had never stayed in one place for too long.
She knew her former traveling companion would have told her to find a home but, all things considered, for now, her answer was a hard pass. She had come to this place because it was quiet and didn't have others around to hound her relentlessly. Her mottled lips twitched with something akin to amusement when an ebony stallion approached the pool, presumably to cleanse himself of the fifth that marred his otherwise exquisite pelt. His words made her snort. "I didn't realize you owned this area." The quip came fast and even to her own ears, it sounded clipped. He would get over it.
If not, he would die with that particular grudge. "Furthermore, you give yourself far too much credit. Spying implies I give a damn about the subject I'm watching." Her tail flicked lazily with apparent annoyance. A blank stare soon followed, echoing her disinterest. "If you look that bad, though, I'd hate to see how your opponent fared..." She smirked just a little bit, still making sure to keep a comfortable distance.
Eventually, her curiosity got the better of her, however. The small mare made her way over to the stallion, examining him for a moment without actually getting too close. "You missed a spot." She stated, her tone dry. "Would you like some help or are you going to just hope the water washes away all of the physical evidence of your sins?" Her eyes twinkled mischievously. Simply put, she didn't care what he had done or what he would do in the future but his current appearance certainly went a ways towards bugging her. tag: Harlequin word count: 360 muse: broken & beautiful - kelly clarkson notes: sorry for her
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Post by Harlequin on Jul 21, 2020 14:26:57 GMT -8
If this is to end in fire we should all burn
together Dragon As the figure spoke, relief settled his already frayed nerves but his temper flared at the words spoken. Dragon gritted his teeth to avoid snarling at this strange mare before him. Her snide comments wormed their way under his skin, plucking fiercely at his unbalanced psyche and his teeth snapped at the air between them as his ears became buried in his thick, tangled mane. His hazel eyes glinted sharply in the moonlight and he sneered at her, "You should probably learn to keep your mouth shut. Lest you anger the wrong horse." His words hung ominously in the air and he turned away, almost dismissive, though one ear remained trained in her direction. His stride took him out of the water completely, the long grass muffling his heavy steps as he halted again on the bank. The mare approached him cautiously, and it was as she properly revealed herself that he was able to truely take her in. She was at least two hands shorter than himself, much more slender and sleek than his brutish profile, and her coat was the same colour as honey. As she halted a short distance away, he was stunned into silence by her words, head tilting in confusion and blatant curiosity at her offer. His mind quickly caught up, no longer struck dumb by this pretty mare in front of him. He smirked, "I thought you didn't give a damn about me, Darling." his tone was slightly patronising as he glanced over his soaked pelt that still held splashes of mud and blood in a few places. He flexed and preened a little as he felt her eyes scan him again, it had been a while since any mare had interested him in anything more than a short conversation or as with his previous encounter, a long chase through a canyon. He had spent most of his previous encounters with other equines either silent, in a murderous rage or snarling at them until they left. But for some reason, this palomino mare peaked his curiosity, and he couldn't quite put his hoof on the reason why. "Considering that the water has no magical healing properties that I can feel or see, I doubt that washing away all the physical evidence of my sins is ever going to be possible." He smirked a little and turned the right side of his head to be in her eyeline, "Or have my scars suddenly disappeared?" His tone had forgone the patronising and intimidating and was now slightly teasing and playful. "But please, feel free to help..." He lowered his head and nipped at the grass, chewing slowly as he watched her. His hazel eyes glittered with fascination as to see what this mare would do next. No problem, apparently he's feeling flirty at the moment!
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Post by 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚🌈™ on Jul 21, 2020 15:38:05 GMT -8
She snorted playfully. "How do I know you didn't get those scars of yours by taking a tumble one too many times?" She looked around, contemplating for a moment or so. "Maybe, if I upset you enough, you will take it upon yourself to punish me... the shock, the horror..." She moved closer to him, carefully reaching out to groom away what remained of the mud and blood. Her nose crinkled slightly at the metallic tang, but she made short work of it. When she was satisfied with her handiwork, she edged away once more, only touching him when he gave her permission to do so... and only when she, herself, was comfortable with doing so.
What was the worst that could happen? Those would likely be her famous last words. It always seemed to invite trouble and she never actually learned to not say that particular phrase. "So, tell me about yourself." She said quietly, flicking her flaxen tail against her dappled pelt. Brown eyes observed him in a quizzical fashion, twinkling faintly with something akin to amusement. He did seem to ooze danger and animosity and she figured this to be a decent enough test of his honesty.
She wouldn't walk away, no matter how brutal the truth was. She didn't get the crawlies like most seemed to. She had been through the ringer over the course of the past three years. Her own mother had rejected her. It was a depressing thought, certainly, but one that had motivated her to thrive and rise above her mother's expectations. For now, she chose to block any and all thoughts of the mare that had birthed her from her mind. She surveyed the stallion with silent amusement.
She didn't speak again right away but, when she did, it was rather quietly. "My name is Sequoia, by the way. It might help you decide if I'm worth divulging your story to." All she was looking for was the condensed version. She wouldn't walk away if he chose to divulge more than that, however. Lowering her head, she allowed warmth to soak into her pelt as she waited for the other to speak. She wasn't sure she wanted to divulge her own history but would without hesitation if it meant she got to hear that rumbling vocals of his. tag: Harlequin word count: 384 muse: broken & beautiful - kelly clarkson notes: oh lawt.
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Post by Harlequin on Jul 21, 2020 16:27:29 GMT -8
If this is to end in fire we should all burn
together Dragon Her words drew a surprised laugh from him, it was a genuine sound and he shook his head a little. "Yes, the clear teeth marks are actually where I was impaled by a tree branch as a colt." He replied, sarcasm dripping from his words as he rolled his eyes slightly. A smile played at his lips still until she continued and it fell, he held his tongue and grimaced a little at the thought of striking her down. Bloodlust fluttered through his veins at the mental image and he blew out a sigh as he repressed it. Dragon stiffened slightly as she moved closer to him, merely inches away, her scent surrounded him and made his head spin a little with her proximity. He stilled as he felt her teeth on his coat, pushing away the instinct to strike out at her, the bloodlust fluttered in his chest again. Thankfully, after the initial urge, it became a little relaxing and he allowed his muscles to slowly loosen. The grooming felt as though it was over too soon, and she moved away. The stallion found himself strangely missing the warmth and touch she had just shared with him. It had felt oddly intimate. Blinking rapidly as he tried to clear his head a little from the haze she seemed to bring, he focused on her words and wrinkled his nose a little at the thought of sharing himself with someone. He remained silent as he stared at her, doubt creeping into his mind, he could almost feel his father breathing over his shoulder, snarling at him to trust no one. Dragon swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and dropped his gaze from hers, instead surveying the treeline in search of anything to distract from his mind. Her sweet vocals interrupted the swirling chaos of his mind and Dragon felt his hazel orbs drawn back to hers. "Sequoia..." He repeated quietly, rolling the word over his tongue as he gazed at her, seemingly unable to look away. "It suits you." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself, and he stared shocked at his own actions. He rarely complimented anyone, when he did it was always done in a mocking manner. What the hell was wrong with him? Why had he said that? The young stallion immediately turned his head away from Sequoia and shook it vigorously, attempting to pull himself together. Since when had he laughed or complimented strangers so easily? It was like she had cast a spell over him or something. At that thought, he snorted a little, gods, he hadn't believed in magic since he was a foal. As he felt his eyes drawn back to the palomino that stood close to him, he felt her words ring in his ears again. She wanted to know him, but why? What did she have to gain from it? Dragon felt his face morph into an explicit expression of confusion as he stared at her. "Why do you want to know me? I don't understand. No one has ever..." He trailed off, his usual anger nowhere to be found, instead, he just felt sad and guilty. Not leaving any room for Sequoia to respond to his question, Dragon turned his face away from her again, showcasing his scars as he focused firmly on the stars above them. "I'm... Dragon. I killed my own mother in birth. My father raised me and my siblings as soldiers to fight in a battle that was years old. It was petty and all over pride, but it caused so much bloodshed and death... My own father left me for dead in the end. I saw my little sister brought down by colts the same age as me. So I left... and then I fell in love. And then I killed her." His words were filled with emotion, Dragon was so tense he was shaking and his mind couldn't decide if he was on the verge of tears or an angry outburst. "I've killed so many I've lost count... it just sort of... happens sometimes. At that admission he laughed a little, it was a hollow cold sound and he dropped his head to look at his forelegs, there was a small splatter of blood on the inside of his left leg that he had missed earlier. He stared at it as he spoke again, "I couldn't tell you who, or what that belonged to. Not because I don't want to, but because I don't really remember." His words were quieter now, full of sadness at the realisation that he had so many deaths on his hooves, but he couldn't name half of them. Well uh, that went from 0 to 100 real quick.
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Post by 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚🌈™ on Jul 21, 2020 16:44:34 GMT -8
She could tell he was gearing up to spill his guts and quietly, she moved closer to him, pressing her smaller frame gently against his. Her intention was simply to provide comfort. "And you've let your past define who you are. You forgot that part." She said quietly, butting her head against him affectionately. "You are more than how you were raised and all that you've done... it isn't too late to make amends and turn your life around." She spoke with the faintest hint of stubbornness.
If she could see the good in him, she would make him see what she saw, no matter how long it took. "What happened with your mother wasn't your fault. Whoever told you that should be drowned in a lake with all of the blood you've spilled due to their tutelage and abuse." Hell's bells, she would drown them, herself, if she ever got the chance. She huffed quietly with annoyance. "It won't comfort you at all but... I came here because my mother rejected me when I was six months old, simply because she saw my father in me." Her voice was almost pained, but she shook it away.
How did she explain what she wanted to say in a manner that was even moderately coherent? "It wasn't like your mother turned away from you and I'm sure, had she lived to see the striking stallion you've become, she would be proud, regardless of what you've done. If your sperm donor was the one to put that in your head and encouraged others to kill your sister, none of that is on you. It is on him and the fact you had the stones big enough to walk away says even more about you. You aren't evil... a little misguided and rage-y but... under the circumstances, it is understandable." She lipped lazily at his shoulder, hoping the action would provide him with the comfort he needed. No matter what, she wasn't going anywhere, for as long as he wanted to keep her around. tag: Harlequin word count: 339 muse: broken & beautiful - kelly clarkson notes: ...sequoia, something is wrong witchu.
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Post by Harlequin on Jul 24, 2020 15:20:25 GMT -8
If this is to end in fire we should all burn
together Dragon The dark stallion allowed the golden mare to press against him, he accepted her comfort and warmth silently, forever greatful for her prescence. At her words he exhaled a little, not realising he had held his breath, waiting for her to shun him like everyone else had. "Are we nothing if not our pasts, though?" He asked quietly, a defeated expression crossing his face as he mulled over her words. As Sequoia continued on her heated opinion of his past he smiled despite himself. "Now that would be a sight, Sequoia... You trying to drown my father in the pond." He laughed a little, more joyous this time at the mental image of the little mare forcing his 16.3 hand friesian sire into the pond and beneath the surface. With her own admission of a troubled path, Dragon began to understand this mare a little more, perhaps not as bloody a path as he had forged, but still Sequoia had been independant in her survival from a youngster. Unsure as how to comfort the palomino, he settled for nosing at her cheek gently, "Then she was a fool to turn you away. But... I'll admit a little selfishly, I'm glad she did because it meant you found your way here." He smiled a little at her, dropping his gaze away from hers at his words. The black brute frowned a little as he listened to the mare's words, perhaps she was right. Maybe because he had lived on his father's gospel for so long, he wasn't really viewing the situation properly. Of course, following the battle, when he had confronted his sire Dragon had been blamed for many of the things that had gone wrong, specifically his sister's death. Glancing back to Sequoia, he spoke again, "But... how would I even go about... well, anything? I don't know how to not be... uh, 'Rage-y' as you put it." His words were unsure and his body mirrored the discomfort by shrinking away from the mare. Perhaps he should leave and become a hermit somewhere, that way he wouldn't have to bother with learning how not to hurt those he crossed paths with. Better yet he could go and live in the caves he had found in the canyon and chase away anyone that came near, it would be a lonely life, but he wouldn't be a danger to anyone anymore. And he wouldn't put Sequoia in danger when he next lost his temper. Well Dragon has now graduated to 'Run Away' from all his problems.
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Post by 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚🌈™ on Jul 24, 2020 15:37:31 GMT -8
When he started to move away, she stubbornly moved back against his side, pressing her dappled pelt against his darker one. "You're being dumb. The first thing you have to learn is to not run from your problems. Face them head on, even if it means stumbling or being knocked down a few pegs." She spoke plainly, arching her neck to rub her cheek against his neck. "Others only have as much control as you give them... if you allow yourself to be ran off or even if you allow them any sort of free rein in your head, you're letting them win." She wasn't always the most articulate, but she tried... usually.
She closed her eyes for a moment... or two. "I want you to step outside of yourself for a moment and examine what you want and who you are. Forget all the things you were taught or that were drilled into your head. Once you know who you are, you can learn how to be who you've always been deep down." She probably sounded like a lunatic. "It won't happen overnight but with the right level of determination and the right support, you will get there." If she believed in him, surely he could believe in himself.
With that, she pulled away and moved to face him. "So, tell me, Dragon..." She drew herself to her full height... which wasn't all that impressive. "Are you uniquely you or are you content to let others define who you are and what your ideals and aspirations are? While I do want you to think about it, it shouldn't be something you think about for too long. Listen to what your heart tells you, not the trauma in your head." She allowed him time to think about his response. tag: Harlequin word count: 297 muse: broken & beautiful - kelly clarkson notes: sagely sequoia
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Post by Harlequin on Jul 24, 2020 16:27:33 GMT -8
If this is to end in fire we should all burn
together Dragon Her persistence startled him and his anger flared as she was so candid with him. His brow furrowed and he snorted a little at her words, tossing his head a little as he considered her words. His rage subsided as she pressed her nose against his cheeks and he exhaled heavily. Unfortunately she was right, he eyed her a little grumpily and flicked his ears back before replying, "Are you ever not right about things? It's quite annoying." He grumbled, half-teasing in an attempt to distract her from his issues. His ears flicked forward as she spoke again, soldiering on in her mission to get him to realise his own self-worth. Dragon shifted as he considered her advice and determination to have him think over what he wanted and who he was. Before he could stop himself, he grinned, "You're a little crazy, you know that?" He teased, tilting his head as she puffed herself up and really asked him the hardest question he'd ever had to answer. At her words, he frowned, how on earth was he supposed to answer that? How was he supposed to know what he really wanted? The only thing he'd ever wanted in life was to impress his sire, and that wasn't exactly an option any more. As he mulled over his thoughts, Sequoia's words rang in his ears again and he closed his eyes, finally following her advice to listen to his heart and not his head. Finally, after what felt like far too long a silence, his eyes opened and he gazed directly at the mare he was slowly becoming obessed with. Dragon felt miniscule as he gazed at Sequoia. In the short time he had known her she had flipped his world on it's head and it felt a bit like he was drowning. For a moment he was speechless at the revalation he'd had. "I..." His mouth went dry and he swallowed in vain, trying to gain some sort of power over his own mouth. The next words came out in a rush, jumbled together as he forced from from his mind into the open. "I-think-I-want-to-be-with-you-and-start-a-herd-and-have-foals-but-I-don't-know-how-and-I'm-not-good-enough-for-you-and-I-would-totally-be-a-useless-father-and-but-I-really-like-you." He finished his ramble and stood shocked at his own admission before he whispered out a quiet "Sorry." and then he turned away from Sequoia, seriously contemplating if the pool was deep enough to drown in. Run Away has now turned into Help, I don't know how to do feelings.
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Post by 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚🌈™ on Jul 24, 2020 16:53:33 GMT -8
It was her turn to be floored when the stallion blurted out his confession. She hadn't expected that and her heart started to race in the confines of her chest. Trying to quash whatever it was she felt, she approached him carefully and extended her neck slowly to lip at his shoulder. "That wasn't what I meant, but... It is progress." Her words came slowly as she contemplated what to say next. "Did you discover anything else you would like to do with your life?" She inquired quietly, wanting to help him as best as she could and part of her fearing that, once he got to his happy place, he would realize a world of opportunities had opened and that he would forget all about her.
It certainly wouldn't be the first time so, for now, she took his words with a grain of salt and chalked them up to the words of someone who had been alone for far too long. "Have you thought at all about how you're going to make amends with yourself? You needn't worry about making amends with others yet. While this is by no means a rejection of you or your feelings, I will say this: find yourself and make strides towards becoming a better version of you before you worry about things like settling down and having a family or even leading a herd, for that matter." In the state he was in now, he would likely spiral if too much pressure was placed on him at once. She had made too much progress to see it all go down the drain. She lowered her head, briefly, to clean away the spot she had missed on his foreleg.
It was all in an effort to calm herself. She wanted to believe him. She truly did, but she also knew he was emotionally raw and even vulnerable and she wasn't about to take advantage of that fact for her own selfish gain. Her heart raced in her chest all the same. What would she do if be still felt this way down the road? "If you still feel the same when you've gotten to a point where you can better handle yourself and your temper, we will revisit it but... for now, I want you to focus on you... and to quiet any fears you may have, I'm not going anywhere." Not until he chased her away, in any case. tag: Harlequin word count: 405 muse: broken & beautiful - kelly clarkson notes: sagely sequoia
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Post by Harlequin on Jul 24, 2020 17:33:41 GMT -8
If this is to end in fire we should all burn
together Dragon Amongst the chaos and turmoil in his head, Dragon felt a slightly easing of his anxiety as she approached him again. She was nothing if not persistent in her endevours. He sipped at the mirrored water as he attempted to sort his jumbled thoughts. With his mouth no longer feeling like a desert, he took a deep breath and pensively replied. "I just want to be happy," He considered his words as he said them and after a brief pause, continued. "I guess, I'd like to help others. Try and right the wrongs I've caused... even if I can't directly help those I've affected, I'd like to help anyone I can..." He trailed off again, attempting to battle the anxiety that rose in his chest and threatened to swallow him whole. A smile threatened to break at his lips as he felt Sequoia fuss over him again and he closed his eyes, trying to keep his face as passive as possible as he concentrated on her words. Her non-rejection abated his anxieties around his confession and the stallion felt as though he could breathe a little more. And as she continued and promised him that she wouldn't leave he felt his throat tighten a little. He finally had someone in his corner, after 6 years of bullshit and trauma, maybe, just maybe, there was a glimmer of hope and redemption for him. Dragon blew out a shaky breath and nodded, glancing down at Sequoia he offered an uncertain smile, "I'll be here, until you get sick of me at least." He muttered, unsure if he quite believed that she wouldn't leave him. He supposed only time would tell. The dark stallion cast his gaze back out to the moon as it reflected off the water before them. "I think to make amends to myself, without going back and striking down my sire, I have to move on and help rather than hurt... Or try to, at least." His tone was serious as he thought over his options, the healthiest was probably to move on, and to help those in need, no matter quite how much he may wish to unleash his wrath on the stallion that created all his trauma in the first place. Well Sequoia has definitely made his brain work for once!
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Post by 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚🌈™ on Aug 6, 2020 8:29:29 GMT -8
She nuzzle her cheek against him, closing her eyes. She drew some small comfort from the solidity and warmth he provided. Though she may have been fierce, for a horse, she was small. If she'd been any smaller, one might have said she was a pony. She shuddered to think of how that would go. Knowing that, though, she also knew that her fierce, stubborn demeanor would only get her so far. If it came down to a fight where her life was on the line, she would likely not fare well.
She listened as the stallion spoke, absorbing every word like it was the gospel truth. A quiet sigh followed his words. "Getting over it sounds a lot easier than it actually is. As I've already said, focus on you and getting to a happy place first before you worry about helping anyone else." Her thoughts started to wander of their own accord. "If you still feel the same for me, after you've muddled through everything and are still standing tall, I will allow you to call me yours and cover me whenever you see fit." Surely, if he felt the same at the end of it all, getting what he wanted would be a decent reward.
As for the herd, they might not be able to achieve that, but... they would be able to have a family, at least, assuming that was something he still wanted. It was easy to have a foal but being able to say you were a functional family was a whole other thing. She closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the way his larger frame seemed to dwarf her. Part of her did want him but... at the moment, she couldn't have him in good conscience. She did have to admit she was more than a little fearful he would leave. She wouldn't - couldn't - blame him if he did. If he left after they'd started a family, it would devastate her even more so, for now, she would play the hand she'd been dealt and see where it went. tag: Harlequin word count: 345 muse: broken & beautiful - kelly clarkson notes: I love theeeem.
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Post by Harlequin on Aug 14, 2020 16:51:14 GMT -8
If this is to end in fire we should all burn
together Dragon Hope. Was that what this fluttering feeling in his chest was? He had only ever felt it once, back when he was a yearling and there had been a suggestion that the war to come wouldn't come at all, and it would all settle down and he could have a normal life. He hummed a little to himself, mulling over Sequoia's sage advice and letting himself be calm in her presence. The large black stallion allowed his eyes to close as he thought about what he really wanted. He considered all the things he had never been able to have, all of the things he had never allowed himself to dream of and the world seemed to open up in front of him. He felt his breathing hitch and he shuddered, overwhelmed with all the choices available to him. It took him a moment to recover from the panic, he breathed deeply through his nose, allowing Sequoia's scent to soothe his raw nerves and he felt himself slowly untense once more. Her scent was like a drug to him, it calmed him like nothing else had ever been able to in his past. She soothed his soul, his rage and fogged his mind so he couldn't panic. He absently thought she must be some kind of witch to be able to soothe his inner monster so easily. But before he could truly dive down that thought path, her words brought him back to reality. Her carefully picked words made him smile and he nodded a little, bowing his head and turning slightly to touch his nose to hers. "Only if you wish, Sequoia. I trust you'll never let me force you into anything you don't want." He paused, swallowing the lump in his throat. "It's the last thing I'd want, to force you into something..." He shook the thought from his head, even the echoing possibilties of how she would sound in fear and pain made his stomach roil and his whole body feel as though he'd been shoved into a snowdrift. Breathing through the panic as it rose again, Dragon refocused on his new travelling partner and forced a small smile, "Anyway, we can revisit that conversation at a later date. Agreed?" He prompted, unwilling to continue to dwell on the possible future in case it caused him to either panic over maybe hurting her or obsess over them being together. Neither would do him any good if he wanted to attempt to redeem himself. A little rambling there, Dragon.
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