The wind blew through the clearing, lifting the creamy mass of hair on her crest, blowing her tassles round her golden hocks. Then a snapping of a twig reached her ears. Her neat little ears, so pretty and fragile that they shouldn't be attached to such a little war machine, swivelled round to the source of the noise. Then the stench of a stallion, it couldn't be anything else. Stallions meant pain, rape, confinement. Stallions were bad.

A startled snort escaped her mug, a throaty, 'don't hurt me' noise. She whirled round, tail impulsivley pinned to her rump. A dun was making his way towards her, interestingly marked, but he was still a stallion. Yulia was prejudiced, blinded by the other tyrants she had encountered before, so for this poor stag, his job was any better.

And then, another scent, this time the sweeter smell of a mare, and if she wasn't mistaken, bearing young. As the other Haflinger came into view, Yulia gently nickered, glad to have someone else there. She had been correct, the other golden's barrel was heavily inflamed by the foal she was carrying inside of her.

As they both uttered their names, the mare suddenly felt that she should give her calling too. It was only fair. Hello. It's nice to meet you both. I am Yulia. She said in her naturally calm, gentle way of speaking, even though she was tearing up inside.

Egyptian Whisper

It Hurts When You Need Me

The cool breeze pushed the light colored mane of the golden mare, back toward a large tree that was just beginning to get new leaves. The golden mare turned her head to look at the tree that was swaying in the breeze. She smiled and then turned her head to the two equines. Behind them she could see dark clouds forming behind them, and she knew a storm, or at least rain, was about to come.

I Can't Break Your Fall

Whisper's ice-blue eyes looked at the female that stood beside her. She could feel that she was uncomfortable around the stallion, but she, herself, felt nothing with the stallion around. She was already pregnant, so it couldn't get any worse. She knew this stallion would no rape her, because she had to protect the child inside her at all costs. She turned her ice-blue eyes toward the stallion and she glared at him. Her look was mean, and hateful, but she was trying to protect the female that stood beside her.

It Hurts When You Can't See

She opened her mouth to speak to the female, and it came out as a whisper. "It's okay, Yulia. You don't need to be scared of this stallion. I will protect you. If you would like, you could come join my home." She offered the golden mare. She took a step away from Yulia and then looked at the stallion. He had said his name before she had spoken to Yulia, but she didn't really pay attention to what he had said. She laid her ears flat on her skull for a moment before she pointed them toward the black clouds as thunder rumbled through the sky.

YULiA.

x] Yulia was very much like a boomerang, in effect that she kept coming back to the same question, was there a thing called love? Or even just a stag who would give her a good home and shelter, offer a kind word every now and then. She reflected, perhaps she had met some of these immortal beings. The Haflinger stallion who had befriended her when she had ran, the wise old bay in her first herd. But these were in the past now, right here was another dilemma altogether.

x] Then there was the question of offspring. She had no idea what had happened to Whisper, whether the foal she was carrying was an act of love or just a desperate stallion. Yulia's parenthood had gone pear-shaped, the filly she birthed was like her cold, hateful father. She had considered trying again, but in the right conditions. At six years old, she was in her prime.

x] Watching the stag smile gently and the fae roll her eyes obviously at the sight of him her choice suddenly became clear to her. Yulia judged it on her first impressions, and it was time for her to come out of her shell. Not to live in fear all the time, and she was now confident in her choice. Whisper, I thank you for your offer, but I must do what I think is right. I hope you don't think any less of me. I hope your foal is everything you wanted. She smiled at the other Haflinger, pistons moving into action to the stag.

x] Nyx? She questioned whether he was still interested. Toffee hued mug nudged his dun sides gently, her eyes questioning as she waited for a response. Creamy whipcord swung at her flanks as another roll of thunder shot overhead.