Snippet #2161476

Battle felt a jabbing sensation enter her head, as if her head was crowded. The memory surfaced and felt a sudden anger at her master. The feeling had come unexpected which was not like her. She usually liked being praised by him, but now, it was as if she had been a wolf on a chain. Gnawing on her bottom lip, Battle pondered over the words. She could just use them and get away, but she had never been gone from her Master's side for more then three weeks. What would it be like to be gone? To just be someone else but Battle? Her curiosity got the better of her as she forced the words to the back of her head.

"Hey girl-y." The words slipped out of the soilder's teeth like honey, slow and steady. The smell of whiskey, and something close to clover entered her nostrils as the man leaned to the side of his horse. The animal was odviously used to carrying drunk men for it didn't react to the sudden tilt in cargo, and the way the rider leaned from side to side precariously. Battle glared at the man as he leaned closer to her, showing her crooked yellow teeth. Must have gotten carried away with the after-battle spirits, she thought. She looked away, trying to ignore the Soilder as he began to talk of her slimness. Disgust, and irritation was written all over her face as she tried to focus on the details of... other things but the soilder.