her lobes flicker back, annoyed, as the first of the charcoal stags speaks. this would soon become an extreme bore. first listen to one present his case, answer, and then turn to the other for a new speach with yet another answer. rolling her eyes, she manages to look both condescending as well as putting on the perfect baby-sitter attitude, she was master of her trade, and such deception were second nature. children or stallions, they all acted the same. lifting her head loftily into the air, she lifts her lips in a delicate sneer, if one could have ever balanced innocence and devilry it was she.
a place to sleep? why of course! i shall simply lower myselft to the ground and close my eyes. what a silly question.
sniffing, she shakes out her coal black mane, fluffing it lazily, putting on the image of a pampered schoolgirl, one whose only concern was the appearance of her hair, and how well her makeup would impress the boys. now that she was over the initial startlement these two had offered, she was getting to enjoy herself. playing with people's minds was one of her chief pleasures, and stallions were most fun. never had there been, and never would be again, a creature so requireless of the brain they'd been given, it was stallions. no wonder God had placed mares on earth, without them stallions would have gone extinct milenia ago. and this is all besides the fact that without mares foals would never see the light of day!
trouble? she asks demurely, batting her long eye lashes at him. what trouble could he give that you haven't already. i seem to see you as far more a trouble-maker then any one else in the vicinity.
she laughs, this time letting her voice flow charmingly. wisking her wind-torn banner over darkly dappled flanks, she begins to walk away, her body swaying gently with the slow rythm of her walk. with carefully orchestrated carelessness, she flips her head around, silken tapestry caught dancing in the wind.
i suppose neither of you boys would know how to show proper respect, now would you? you see, such things are taught in first grade, and i doubt either of you ever reached that far. so i will take it upon myself to teach you.
a briliant grin stretches across her face, captivating it was, and mysterious, with just enough filly-ish abandon thrown in to hook her prey. her eyes show how pleased she is. these two were almost not worth the effort, but they would be no worse for the wear after a little toying.
.insanity is only a matter of perspective.
repeat after me .. kalina
record of birth .. arabic curr
straitjacket .. tarnished silver
identifying features .. baldface, wall eyes, four stockings
abnormalities .. faulty hearing, partially insane
i hit the line .. 14.1
sentance .. five years
check one .. female
out of .. silence after dark
by .. yanwë
cell number .. unnasigned
cell mate .. none
jailor .. Thowra |
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