Pump mud through my veins,
I'm a dirty, dirty girl,
I want it filthy
The blue girl was needing space, she was one of the few females that harbored in the dark corners of the Chamber and as of late, in the middle of pissing contests. Kimber has never been to the meadow but she hears about women going and coming back pregnant, about Kings and Queens finding solace in friends, a neutral place; a place to breath air that is not thick with ash falling. She sometimes felt a little out of place in the Chamber, it was her home - do not misunderstand but it was always a freakshow, a competition to see who could light things on fire or extinguish; who could bring the most pain. Meanwhile, her only talent is not dying and being blue.
And having an attitude big enough for seven men.
If she knew her mother was an Amazon it might make some sense where her feminism characteristics come to play. She is disgusted by groveling women, even more so by panting men. The blue ombre girl was rather stunning, heavy in the hindquarters and hips; a strong Andalusian hybrid build with hints of Mustang and Arabian. She was quick on her feet but spirited about it. She canters across the Desert's dunes to arrive at the meadow, wobbly children are tailing behind their dam's and a few stallions bicker and try to swoon them. Could she ever escape this? She has had a rough learning curve upon turning three - men were interested in one thing mostly. It is rare for her to come looking for company, other than Warship's, but here she stands. Besides, with a war upon us it wouldn't hurt to play Devil's Advocate or better yet - dumb, to get the general consensus.
Let's chat, shall we?
k i m b e r
ooc; she knows no one except Warship, Straia, Nymph and Smolder so I figured she should change that! Hi!