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« not too terribly high, but high enough to startle or else throw off an inexperienced or unprepared rider. Whether or not it would take the predator off his back was not his concern; he was merely reacting to the man tugging away at the »
« deep embarrassment, Nadath dismounted and yanked the reins, making sure to apply the pressure to Pasha and not Mary. The centaur's response was as his responses usually were: utterly humiliating.
Pasha's counter to the yank was to rear — »
« Pasha's answer. It was a great shame, too, as he was looking forward to answering the questions his dear Mary had presented him with. How could he answer them now, after a lowly slave had disgraced him so dryly, so boldly?
In a rage, in »
« dignity.
That Mary had gone and addressed the centaur greatly vexed him. Nadath preferred mainly to have people talk to him, about himself and his many achievements. Why had she done it? The question infuriated him nearly as much as »
« swallowed, then, with all the might of his legs and added anger, kicked the creature below him in the sides. This startled the centaur enough to set him into a canter, then a trot — but, as usual, failed to assure Nadath of his »
« of the things Pasha said could not responded to immediately. It was rare that Nadath ever recovered from the insults of his slave; no punishment or show of superiority had a lasting effect or even made him feel a little better.
Nadath »
« I estimate, too uninspired to reach above mediocrity."
Just as Pasha was boiling with comments, embarrassment, and running thoughts only a few moments earlier, Nadath was red-faced and boiling full with the same. He had no comment, some »
« thoughts and opinions was a great task, and it was in his practice to jump on every opportunity he had to make his words heard. "I'm afraid Na— my master — is far from reaching the standards of a dream, or even a nightmare. Too uninspired, »
« Pasha was off at a clumsy gallop, making even clumsier jumps over miscellaneous objects that had the misfortune of being in his way.
« established panic — the type of panic that often deceives prey animals into believing any second could be their last.
Just as quickly as Leila and Viago were to jump to arms (or whatever other natural weapons they chose to make use of), »
« was so alarming that, for the first few seconds, Pasha was paralysed; he could do nothing but watch as the chaos unfolded. Once those seconds passed, Pasha rose to his hooves in a sort-of panic, then tripped, which set him into a more »
« more reasonable. Mind you, this opinion sprouted up from the mind of a centaur whose general belief was that any fit, whether crying or shouting, could be excused if one claimed 'theatrics' was the primary motivator.
This change of events »
« obliviousness that made what just happened such a confusing time. Viago had shouted for seemingly no reason, and then Leila started up crying on the grounds of Viago's unreasonable shouting, which was, in the centaur's opinion, not much »
« stallions. Hell, even under Nadath's rule, Pasha found himself feeling resentful that his master would speak his wishes on breeding, but then never deliver on what was required to make such a wish come true.
It was the reason of Pasha's »
« too lost in his head to give this matter enough consideration to care about. Sure, before he'd been bought by his most recent owner, he spent plenty of moments playing out fantasies involving a few mares he'd seen around, even a few »
|| Apologies (again) for the off and on absence. Just got Internet back, should be able to get to replies soon.