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The testosterone scent assaulted her nostrils and she felt like she was breathing fire. Her eyes rolled baring the whites as she stumbled a step back huffing out the poisonous carbon wishing she could breath out the pain, the memory, and the decision. She took another breath, forcing herself to stand still whilst taking in the surrounding. No, it wasn’t him. An audible sigh emitted from her flaring coral-lined cavities. He was not here. And the stallion before her was a familiar face, not one unknown to her from many years ago. She was thankful he had not approached just yet, her quivering body was so finely tuned into a fight or flight response the reaction might have been devastating to her fragile state. She took another breath, reminding herself over and over again.. just breath. “Battlecry” The voice emitted was soft, questioning. An unspoken plea. Don’t hurt me. Her knees knocked but she could not lie down, the adrenaline pushed too fast through her delicate system. She thought to take a step forward, towards this face which she knew. A face which in essence meant safety because she was far away from him. Help me. |