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That's true. I need another chapter.
Ok. I will write another chapter; it's kinda bugging me too. xD
thanks woo!
That's true. I need another chapter.
Mitty - The horse story
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Ok. I will write another chapter; it's kinda bugging me too. xD
thanks woo!
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Chapter 40
"What!!" I squawked! Suddenly I felt utter, black hate for this horse. I had just got to the point where I trusted him, now all that was shattered. "You doggone colt!"
Lune stopped chuckling, and like a storm, his face clouded and his eyes thundered, "You are the horse that completely rejected me! I was trying to be kind that one night by the willows, warning you about Mourir, yet you still turned her savage little self away; for days I felt crushed, the only filly I ever cared for left me to her own stallion. To be honest, Mitty, I've been jealous of Alastair. He has many mares, all the mares a stallion could want, including the mare I love. Yet I, Lune, the dopey stallion has no mares and only wanders around lonely, and will all the days of his life. I've tried rivaling other stallions, but they don't have large herds, the ones with large herds I know ell enough to stay aways from. When I saw you all tied up, a new idea sprang into my head, an idea that seemed so wonderfully perfect; rescue you and take you off to be my mare. To me it was clear that Alastair had abandoned you, he left you to cope with all the humans, he is a coward. But, Mitty, I swear I will never abandon you or hurt you, I will stand beside you faithfully. Please don't reject me...I - I - " Lune stammered, at a loss for words.
Such pity crept into my heart. I had a soft streak, and Lune had festered it up; how could I, the heartless mare, reject him? I was loyal to Alastair, yet I knew mares changed stallions a lot, could it be possible I could just go on, accepting Lune? I sighed, for now that it was out in the open, I too cared for Lune the way he cared for me, I always have and always will. It had been there all along and I had never noticed it till now. Never in my life had I been so torn, my heart was one way, to go with Alastair and be his mare, but to follow the one I really cared for? As I looked back, I realized Alastair had been more of a 'father' sort of figure, he was my husband only in a business sense, and that it was natural. But with Lune it was so utterly different!
"Well?" Lune's honest brown eyes, so hopeful and clear looking back into mine, I knew he expected an answer immediately.
"I - I, oh I don't know!" Tears trickled down my face, this was too much. All this emotional pressure; to leave Agnes, my lifelong friend for an untried stallion? To leave Alastair's side, so protecting and strong, for one who had nothing of the sort to give, except his faithfulness? Sobs crept up my throat, and waves of homesickness passed through me.
"Lune, I ha- have no answer," I cried, hardly daring to look up into those intense eyes again. Rachel had stood quietly beside me up till then, now she reached her muzzle over and gave me a hug.
"It's ok, Mitty. Just cry it out," She murmured. A couple minutes later my last sobs ceased and I remembered something that was very important to this situation.
"Lune," I cleared my throat.
"Have you made our decision?" His eyes were bright and nervous.
"Noo," I replied slowly, "I - I - oh, I might as well just say it I'm pregnant."
Lune looked speechless, but took it in a stride, "What's your point?"
"My point is I technically have to stay with Alastair. I'm sure he didn't mean to abandon me like that there must've been a good reason..and Lune, I have to say, that I have too many ties with Alastair's herd; Agnes, the mares, Alastair himself I just couldn't leave..."
Lune looked drained, "If you don't want me, then fine. I don't want you either." He turned away then called back to me, "Your herd is this way,"
Rachel leaned close to me, "What happens to me then if your going away?"
"I don't know." I sighed, my decision had left me in the same state as before. Torn.
"Oh," She went silent, mulling.
Mile after mile we walked, endlessly, quietly, each of us thinking our own thoughts. My thoughts were filled with dread and depression; I was sure Lune's were filled with similar things. Rachel looked uneasy and very alert, jumping at the slightest rustle in the shrubs (we were walking in a slightly hilly area with a lot of bushes and small trees). As we climbed to the top of a hill, my heart leaped! There, a half mile a away was my herd! I could see Alastair, so strong and bright trotting around his mares, his action free and long.
I turned to Lune, "Thank you for everything,"
He didn't smile, instead he turned to Rachel, "Come on,"
"Wait!" I ran after him, "Lune, really, thanks."
His eyes were so cold and glistening that I shuddered, a gleam was in them that wasn't there before. "Till next time, Mitty," He nodded then turned around and walked away.
Rachel and me hugged, we were friends and forever would remain friends, "I wish you well with Lune," I half-smiled.
"Thank you, Mitty, I think I really like him." We nodded goodbye and she followed Lune, disappearing as they rounded a hill. I sighed, my heart felt great loss, yet great happiness. This truly was a bitter sweet day.
"What!!" I squawked! Suddenly I felt utter, black hate for this horse. I had just got to the point where I trusted him, now all that was shattered. "You doggone colt!"
Lune stopped chuckling, and like a storm, his face clouded and his eyes thundered, "You are the horse that completely rejected me! I was trying to be kind that one night by the willows, warning you about Mourir, yet you still turned her savage little self away; for days I felt crushed, the only filly I ever cared for left me to her own stallion. To be honest, Mitty, I've been jealous of Alastair. He has many mares, all the mares a stallion could want, including the mare I love. Yet I, Lune, the dopey stallion has no mares and only wanders around lonely, and will all the days of his life. I've tried rivaling other stallions, but they don't have large herds, the ones with large herds I know ell enough to stay aways from. When I saw you all tied up, a new idea sprang into my head, an idea that seemed so wonderfully perfect; rescue you and take you off to be my mare. To me it was clear that Alastair had abandoned you, he left you to cope with all the humans, he is a coward. But, Mitty, I swear I will never abandon you or hurt you, I will stand beside you faithfully. Please don't reject me...I - I - " Lune stammered, at a loss for words.
Such pity crept into my heart. I had a soft streak, and Lune had festered it up; how could I, the heartless mare, reject him? I was loyal to Alastair, yet I knew mares changed stallions a lot, could it be possible I could just go on, accepting Lune? I sighed, for now that it was out in the open, I too cared for Lune the way he cared for me, I always have and always will. It had been there all along and I had never noticed it till now. Never in my life had I been so torn, my heart was one way, to go with Alastair and be his mare, but to follow the one I really cared for? As I looked back, I realized Alastair had been more of a 'father' sort of figure, he was my husband only in a business sense, and that it was natural. But with Lune it was so utterly different!
"Well?" Lune's honest brown eyes, so hopeful and clear looking back into mine, I knew he expected an answer immediately.
"I - I, oh I don't know!" Tears trickled down my face, this was too much. All this emotional pressure; to leave Agnes, my lifelong friend for an untried stallion? To leave Alastair's side, so protecting and strong, for one who had nothing of the sort to give, except his faithfulness? Sobs crept up my throat, and waves of homesickness passed through me.
"Lune, I ha- have no answer," I cried, hardly daring to look up into those intense eyes again. Rachel had stood quietly beside me up till then, now she reached her muzzle over and gave me a hug.
"It's ok, Mitty. Just cry it out," She murmured. A couple minutes later my last sobs ceased and I remembered something that was very important to this situation.
"Lune," I cleared my throat.
"Have you made our decision?" His eyes were bright and nervous.
"Noo," I replied slowly, "I - I - oh, I might as well just say it I'm pregnant."
Lune looked speechless, but took it in a stride, "What's your point?"
"My point is I technically have to stay with Alastair. I'm sure he didn't mean to abandon me like that there must've been a good reason..and Lune, I have to say, that I have too many ties with Alastair's herd; Agnes, the mares, Alastair himself I just couldn't leave..."
Lune looked drained, "If you don't want me, then fine. I don't want you either." He turned away then called back to me, "Your herd is this way,"
Rachel leaned close to me, "What happens to me then if your going away?"
"I don't know." I sighed, my decision had left me in the same state as before. Torn.
"Oh," She went silent, mulling.
Mile after mile we walked, endlessly, quietly, each of us thinking our own thoughts. My thoughts were filled with dread and depression; I was sure Lune's were filled with similar things. Rachel looked uneasy and very alert, jumping at the slightest rustle in the shrubs (we were walking in a slightly hilly area with a lot of bushes and small trees). As we climbed to the top of a hill, my heart leaped! There, a half mile a away was my herd! I could see Alastair, so strong and bright trotting around his mares, his action free and long.
I turned to Lune, "Thank you for everything,"
He didn't smile, instead he turned to Rachel, "Come on,"
"Wait!" I ran after him, "Lune, really, thanks."
His eyes were so cold and glistening that I shuddered, a gleam was in them that wasn't there before. "Till next time, Mitty," He nodded then turned around and walked away.
Rachel and me hugged, we were friends and forever would remain friends, "I wish you well with Lune," I half-smiled.
"Thank you, Mitty, I think I really like him." We nodded goodbye and she followed Lune, disappearing as they rounded a hill. I sighed, my heart felt great loss, yet great happiness. This truly was a bitter sweet day.
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