-Vol-'s Literatures
Regrettably, I cannot remember a single thing from the ceremony; not the exchanging of rings, nor the kiss to seal the lifelong deal, or how I was able to walk back down the aisle and into the pasture set aside for us. All I can remember is the way she smiled at me.
I always know when he's happy, for when he is the mockingbirds erupt into a chorus of elated chatters- and as they take flight my heart soars away with them.
The world would be a much brighter place if it was doused in glitter, my friends would argue, however, glitter gets stuck in places I would rather not think about in public- therefore I contend that rhinestones would be a much better substitute for the job.
I can already taste the sweat before I have even perspired, feel the dirt clogging up my nostrils before I've even trailed fire through it.
"Mr., will someone want me?" She murmurs into my saddlebag, and my heart lurches in my chest. Looking at her now, her form seems smaller- weaker, her eyes filled with a certain breed of worry no individual her age should ever have to experience.
It's no secret that my son was considered the "problem child' his energy capacity much larger than most colts his age, and most of their mothers would attempt to avoid the two of us at all costs. As a mother, I became bitter toward them, and did my best to redirect his energy through other means: pranks.
Being a therapy horse is tougher than many would think. Of course, we get constant attention and a multitude of goodies from our patients - pictures drawn in crayon or home baked treats; but nothing compares to the feeling of saving someone's life over and over again.
Springtime brings a lot of exciting things: the flowers bloom, new foals are born, and the bird begin flying back from the south. Spring also means rain, something I love listening to when it falls and would rather have around than snow. Though, for me, springtime means that the squirrels will finally start running around the stables again.
The vivid sunlight blazing down on us that day couldn't compare to the way he looked when he smiled.
I want nothing more than to have my own family, lots of foals and a loving mate to call my own, however with every season that passes, I have begun to lose hope that it will ever befall.
Blindness never used to be a hassle in my younger days, my eyesight well and fine; clear and precise. I can remember clearly the layout of the farm I grew up in, however as years pass I seem to forget more and more the way the grass looked, or how the mountains seemed to tower over us like giants.
Being the leader of such a large herd leads to many expectations of yourself- you must be strong, vigilant, lawful and neutral. However, the greatest leaders accept their biases and in turn respect those of others, accepting each individual wholeheartedly and with a smile.
I must admit, I was nervous about finding my place in such a large herd, however if you try hard enough, you'll find your niche.
Jax has always been a skirt-chaser, ever since I first spoke to him. Our first few meetings were awkward at best, him flirting and I just "not getting it whatsoever" according to him. I myself have never seen it as flirting, more or less just basic kindness and compassion, however Jax believes otherwise.
Of course I am quite in tune with my own emotions, however I am not one to cry when I see others do so, and my ability to comfort those in need is mediocre at best. Mafia teaches you to be emotionless, to carry out your deeds with detachment- As long as the job gets done, nothing else truly matters.
As I grew older, I thought that I had moved on from such trivial thoughts, but every now and then I find myself longing for something I've never had
I myself relish in the thought of finally getting my teeth cleaned, ears checked, and most of all, basking in the glow of a clean bill of health. Vet visits aren't as horrifying of an experience as many of the horses here perceive it to be, or act like it is, however you'll always have the melodramatic individuals who'll describe it as if it is a bloodbath.
Sonata Stables is known for their wide expanse of land they have set aside for their horses. It consists of rolling hills and wildflower filled fields all at our disposal. Thankfully, this large amount of space gives me much needed space from everyone around me, save for Selena, my only friend.
Love is a battleground in which both sides battle their hardest for what they believe in, for what they truly desire. Our campaign never ceases, even when our limits are pushed past breaking. Yet she rises, as do I- a truce for tonight and the promise to start again when the sun rises.
My days are brighter than ever, but they are quite dull compared to how they used to be when you were alive.
Life is no fun when you can't pull a few pranks.
Snails, horses, dogs, and angels. Clouds can take on any forms, and I argue I am the same way. I admit, there are days I tend to be more off-putting than others, where my behavior is like shuffling a deck of cards and hoping you don't pull the worst one.
It's not often we get these types of individuals, the last being Levi, but even he wasn't as rude and snippy as this guy was when we had first met.
For the longest time I have wished I was born human, to perceive the world as they do, so create with my own hands - however I was not born with such luxuries.