| I won't be what you want me to be Your picture perfect vanity I don't want to be your dirty pretty |
Illusen knew the signs of jealousy from other mares when she saw them, and Nymeria was displaying them all. She lowered her head dejectedly, knowing that no matter how much she liked Kreios this was going to be as disastrous as the last place. Quietly, she answered the other's question, eyes clouded over and ears back. He is handsome and kind, though I guess that matters not if my presence bothers you so much. I know how jealous mares can be, I have lived through it before. Tossing her refined head so that her long mane moved from it's customary place over her left shoulder and the left side of her neck, she revealed a long jagged scar that marred the pristine perfection of her ivory hide. When I was two years old, another stallion saw myself and my sister Symphony in a common area and decided he had to have us for himself, despite the fact that we were both too young to be what he wanted us to be. He stole us from our father's herd under cover of darkness, and then forced us into his own. The other mares were jealous of us, he treated us like prizes that sparkled, making us run before him in our herd's movements near my father's lands, taunting him. One of the other mares graced me with this scar, saying that maybe he would not favor me so much if I had some sort of deformity. Others joined in and made the wound much worse than it normally would have been, my hide was crimson for a long time after that. I try my best to forget what happened during that first year, other than my sister there was never a horse I trusted after that. Well until I met Kreios that is. He forcebred us many times, and though I never became with child, my sister did and she died in childbirth because her body wasn't yet ready to bear the stresses of it. After the death of my sister I hid from him as much as possible, and in the end I managed to escape by leaving the island and swimming towards the next nearest land mass. Quietly she turns to go, making her way out of the groves by the water, heading towards the pink sanded desert. Perhaps there she could find a spot where she would not be a bother to some mare's jealous heart. |
| Mare 4 Hispano-Arabe 15.3 hands Gray (bay roan based)(Ee/Aa/Rr/Gg) Kreios, Orange Country, no young Sael |
| Mirror mirror, you're so vain Would you sell yourself for fame? Are you the vulture, or are you the dove? |
| Illusen |