[There is a pressure, a welling, frantic desperation in the back of her mind that ebbs away the moment his grip loosens and he hits the floor. She had been valuable, allowed to keep her arms, to be seen as closer to a person than her armless brethren... but she'd still tasted the bit. The saddle. Spurs, and the whip. Motivation, the master had said. Reminders of what happened to those who became weak, who became useful for nothing else but battle fodder, mounts, or broodmares.
And she'd resolved then never to let herself be ridden by a human. Never to fall to such disgrace while she yet had the strength to die.
... With just the one leg sling over her withers, Gintoki has come the closest.
But with that pressure gone, she is left panting, neck red, knuckles white, dun legs slightly spread, still ready to run, to charge, staring him down where he lays. She can't remember for a full moment what she'd been doing before they'd collided. The chaos of what she had learned, the confusion of why she's even awake comes rushing back, and her pupils dilate in fear to see stars outside the corridor windows.]
Who do you serve?
[He yet breathes, so she barks it at him, flanks heaving in steady rhythm with the smaller set of lungs in her human chest.]
Me too... also yais... samurai centaurs cause why not
And she'd resolved then never to let herself be ridden by a human. Never to fall to such disgrace while she yet had the strength to die.
... With just the one leg sling over her withers, Gintoki has come the closest.
But with that pressure gone, she is left panting, neck red, knuckles white, dun legs slightly spread, still ready to run, to charge, staring him down where he lays. She can't remember for a full moment what she'd been doing before they'd collided. The chaos of what she had learned, the confusion of why she's even awake comes rushing back, and her pupils dilate in fear to see stars outside the corridor windows.]
Who do you serve?
[He yet breathes, so she barks it at him, flanks heaving in steady rhythm with the smaller set of lungs in her human chest.]
These "orbiters"?