(Sorry it took so long *sheepish smile*)
*Snarling eyes bursting open, burned with a terrifying pride finally healing over, the flashing stud stiffens at the sound of the mare’s voice, ears snapping backwards. Pallid mane butterflied and hanging on either side of his neck in matted clumps, golden hide patchworked and faded, he snorts quietly, soul almost back to where he had been, but not quite there. There was still the tiniest window of opportunity that anyone could jump upon, a tiny, vulnerable hole that someone, if they discovered it, could open, dig their way into his jaded mind, discover what was really there. But the gap is closing; he presents his sharp teeth to her, flashing and bared with white precision. Lurking within the farthest stash of his consciousness, he remembers having been pillowed against her slender shoulder, warm flesh comforting against his cheek, mind lost for those few terrifying instants when he had been close to her side, touching her heated skin, silken scent filling his rage and soothing him, only for those moments where he had not been himself. And he had made such a fatal slip, such a terrifying loss to his conscious, ache now presented in the realization of how vulnerable he really was, how a third mistake could be the end. Hollow eyes flashing with sudden fear, instinct kicking violently in, his muscles tense of springs, coiled and ready to spring away from her at any moment he felt threatened enough to do so. One more slip, and he would be caught, ruined in the endlessly boring control of the universe, no longer a free rebel, but a machine – something he had promised himself he would never become. And this mare would be the end of him. Caught in fight or flight but unable to do either, sight suddenly blinded with the flash of her glassy image, his metallic hooves remain anchored to the wet turf, a light drizzle of rain chilling him further.*
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