EIRLYS
It is too much to handle, far too much. And yet this sort of thing was all the while a frequent occurrence for the dappled mare. Remembering her family, the cheery little luxury of a childhood she’d actually had the nerve to think would last. Would last longer than it did, at the very least. Why does everyone hate her? Even if it wasn’t everyone, the mare could never be certain of the brutal battlefield that was the wold, it seemed. She grits her teeth at this realization, frustrated with the world but more so with her own self. The muscles in her throat strain with inward, grinding agony. What had caused this sudden gut-wrenching assault on her emotions, she hadn’t a clue. But she is hating every second of it, for she does not deserve such an onslaught.
Her ears ring and thus the footfalls that soon approach her are seldom heard. But she catches his figure from the corner of her orb; a black-and-white splashed blur when paired with the tears welling toward the glossy bottoms of her eyes. He is massively built, she discovers once the tears, moments later, dry out. The hooves are probably bigger than her entire physiognomy. And yet, he’s radiating with a friendly aura. Cautiously Eirlys notes the snake coiled around his muscly neck, but she turns anyway in order to connect with his gaze. Even if his welcoming nature is just a way to lure her in, she is nevertheless oblivious. Something about the stallion just draws her forward. As she knew some creature would have probably approached her earlier on, she can’t say she’d expected for them to be this.... friendly.
But she finds her eyes narrowing at the male anyway, despite still appreciative of his goodly attitude. A frontal hoof, which she to her own surprise hasn’t noticed is now smeared with dirt, scuffs the earth. It is a strange conglomeration of feelings, one that is for once not so noticeably divided. Her muscles are loose and her heart rate back to its typical rate, yet her words drip with a suspicion of kinds. ”To what do I owe you here?” she inquires — hesitantly. It strikes her then, though. The male clearly is of no ill intention, and with this realization she regrets her words instantly. Her eyes snap wide, the complete opposite of their previously assumed positions. ”My apologies, Mister. Life hasn’t been the sweetest lately..”
Her ears ring and thus the footfalls that soon approach her are seldom heard. But she catches his figure from the corner of her orb; a black-and-white splashed blur when paired with the tears welling toward the glossy bottoms of her eyes. He is massively built, she discovers once the tears, moments later, dry out. The hooves are probably bigger than her entire physiognomy. And yet, he’s radiating with a friendly aura. Cautiously Eirlys notes the snake coiled around his muscly neck, but she turns anyway in order to connect with his gaze. Even if his welcoming nature is just a way to lure her in, she is nevertheless oblivious. Something about the stallion just draws her forward. As she knew some creature would have probably approached her earlier on, she can’t say she’d expected for them to be this.... friendly.
But she finds her eyes narrowing at the male anyway, despite still appreciative of his goodly attitude. A frontal hoof, which she to her own surprise hasn’t noticed is now smeared with dirt, scuffs the earth. It is a strange conglomeration of feelings, one that is for once not so noticeably divided. Her muscles are loose and her heart rate back to its typical rate, yet her words drip with a suspicion of kinds. ”To what do I owe you here?” she inquires — hesitantly. It strikes her then, though. The male clearly is of no ill intention, and with this realization she regrets her words instantly. Her eyes snap wide, the complete opposite of their previously assumed positions. ”My apologies, Mister. Life hasn’t been the sweetest lately..”
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