Post by B. on Jul 19, 2007 18:04:56 GMT -5
Was this a good choice?
Reese knew she needed a place, a place where she wasn't so cold...gosh, she was just freezing, wasn't she? The cold clambered up her side, and dominated her thoughts. This was awful. And would it be worth it? The harsh snow under her feet, the fear of...well, she didn't know why exactly she was so awkward around males. It just happened that she often rejected being even near them, for an unknown, uncertain reason that flooded her mind with the biggest question any horse can ask themself: why?
She was not looking for prince charming, or even someone that would love her...well, it wouldn't hurt {or would she be too doubtful?}...but what she sought was a home, and the ice cappped ground made it even more a desire to be leaded into safety. But would it happen? Reese considered herself odd, too trusting, too kind, when many others were not of her. She forgot about them mostly, the gullibliness they took advantage of, the sweet nature to please, and she forgot how she never felt like she ever got anything back from being nice from most horses, who never appreciated her affection. But it was not worth it either, to be mean. And to hard-how could you ever want to hurt another?
Yes, she forgot how horses didn't always treat her like she did them, but she never forgot one thing, one stallion...her father. The rejection and rather unwant he gave her never really wore off. Just because she was a female...he disliked her greatly. Maybe even hated her, because she had no future in being king {because having a queen was just out of the question for him}.
This was why she was so uncertain, so unaffectionate to males...not really afriad physically, but mentally...what if there was more rejection, like her father's? It would kill her. Just kill her.
Reese knew she needed a place, a place where she wasn't so cold...gosh, she was just freezing, wasn't she? The cold clambered up her side, and dominated her thoughts. This was awful. And would it be worth it? The harsh snow under her feet, the fear of...well, she didn't know why exactly she was so awkward around males. It just happened that she often rejected being even near them, for an unknown, uncertain reason that flooded her mind with the biggest question any horse can ask themself: why?
She was not looking for prince charming, or even someone that would love her...well, it wouldn't hurt {or would she be too doubtful?}...but what she sought was a home, and the ice cappped ground made it even more a desire to be leaded into safety. But would it happen? Reese considered herself odd, too trusting, too kind, when many others were not of her. She forgot about them mostly, the gullibliness they took advantage of, the sweet nature to please, and she forgot how she never felt like she ever got anything back from being nice from most horses, who never appreciated her affection. But it was not worth it either, to be mean. And to hard-how could you ever want to hurt another?
Yes, she forgot how horses didn't always treat her like she did them, but she never forgot one thing, one stallion...her father. The rejection and rather unwant he gave her never really wore off. Just because she was a female...he disliked her greatly. Maybe even hated her, because she had no future in being king {because having a queen was just out of the question for him}.
This was why she was so uncertain, so unaffectionate to males...not really afriad physically, but mentally...what if there was more rejection, like her father's? It would kill her. Just kill her.
