03-08-2016, 10:25 PM
Dark hooves ploded across the dirt as the lone mare reached the meadow.Long plumage dragging against the earth curling at the end.Much like her mane.Long kept up with.Curled.Snorting the mare tossed her head tossing her forelock over her left orb.Piercing they were.Her orbs.Like the sky some days.Like a dark ocean the next.The light made it change the way it reflected.
Her ears flatened large head turning to glance at all the others around her.She wouldn'tuldnt speak unless spoken to.Done and done.She was here to be here.If she was offered a place to stay she would go.So much had changed.COming across this new land only a year before.Yet she rememebered so little.Why?It was lost to her.On her travels before the meadow she had made only one friend.A fox who simply followed her from a far.She often caught herself speaking to it.Though it couldnt speak back she gave it a name.Felicity.Felicity the fox.It had stopped following her days before.She assumed it got bored of following the not so adventurous mare.
There was something so hauntingly beautiful about her sunken features.Her tired apperance.She was regal in her own way queenly without being a queen.Her dapples shined in the sun a great contrast against her ilver mane and plumage.As well as her light bay coat.
Pale muzzle brushed against the soft grasses boredly.She didnt eat much.Just watched.And now she watched as a butterfly floated lazily upon the spring wind its bright pink hues making the seemingly sad mare smile and let out a soft whicker.
Her ears flatened large head turning to glance at all the others around her.She wouldn'tuldnt speak unless spoken to.Done and done.She was here to be here.If she was offered a place to stay she would go.So much had changed.COming across this new land only a year before.Yet she rememebered so little.Why?It was lost to her.On her travels before the meadow she had made only one friend.A fox who simply followed her from a far.She often caught herself speaking to it.Though it couldnt speak back she gave it a name.Felicity.Felicity the fox.It had stopped following her days before.She assumed it got bored of following the not so adventurous mare.
There was something so hauntingly beautiful about her sunken features.Her tired apperance.She was regal in her own way queenly without being a queen.Her dapples shined in the sun a great contrast against her ilver mane and plumage.As well as her light bay coat.
Pale muzzle brushed against the soft grasses boredly.She didnt eat much.Just watched.And now she watched as a butterfly floated lazily upon the spring wind its bright pink hues making the seemingly sad mare smile and let out a soft whicker.