Test for Isabella

[Isabella]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,499,true][atrb=border,0,true] The storm had departed Levada yet a darkness still lingered and hovered over myself and my new bitch our entire travel. I did not recognize it as the remaining clouds from the storm or the fact that the sun was slowly setting. The darkness was merely the tension between me and Boodica; sufficient enough to be recognized but my arrogance provided me with no motivation to acknowledge it. I harbored no regret over meeting her and forcing her to abide by my rules though allowed her to think that I had, in some way, abided by her ultimatums. Her words still aggrivated me and caused a harsh snort to ensue every time I thought about it. It displayed mockery and disbelief, casually glancing to the mare and shaking my skull in amusement. Had she of not already been carrying my foal - rather, had I not of had the intentions already of breeding her - there was no doubt in my mind I'd of abused her. Even I was not so cruel as to comitt such a deed when the mare was willing to comply with my desires. Her own commands would be followed, yet not for her wish. I was never any less loyal to my harem than they were to me, and as long as they were breathing, breeding and under my care they would endure no other Lord than myself; no doubt to the displeasure of Boodica. Naturally she would believe I was doing something for her, and I was too careless to let her think otherwise. talk talk talk talk First sound escaped me since we had bred, and it came in the form of an assertive bugle. Not only did it address Boodica and her slacking behind me - albeit intentional - it also commanded the presence of Xochhi, my Mistress. I was curious as to how much she had swollen up since we had bred for I did not doubt her pregnancy. A smile creased lips at how ironic it would be if she complained about being too thing, rather than if being pregnant made her look fat. Why mares concerned themselves with such - being fat while pregnant - was beyond me. It was natural and showed production on the whore's side, as well as the studs. I must say I would probably look quite poor if I were fat, but I considered myself too active and well trained for that. Having made no attempt to search for either of my mares, I stood silently and calmly, assuming they'd made every attempt at finding me. Aerial sensors slowly rotated upon cognitive facilities as I listened to my surroundings, caudal appendage shifting harshly across hindquarters with frustration as the flies and mosquitoes came from the increasing shadows. I only now noticed that the snow had melted here with only a few areas of higher elevation remaining. Summer was here, Xochhi should be birthing soon. It brought no smile or any amount of happiness though because, for my sake and my own, I thought of her as any other mare. She just recieved more attention and better treatment; something Boodica could probably earn if she wasn't such a snob.

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