The dip dye colonel is growing stir-crazy, between keeping herself withdrawn during breeding season and wanting to have social interaction. She usually was quite purposeful in her endeavors, though trouble always seemed to find her on its own accord. The blue mare had never really spent her time in the outside world - most had ventured to the meadow or forest but she had been quite content staying in her hole. The Chamber was always bubbling a cauldron of new recruits and more women for the men to fornicate with. Perhaps she had just grown bitter, neither of her sexual episodes had grown anything but animosity. Since the breeding season had come to pass for the year, she decided that now was as good as any time to explore the common lands of Beqanna under the facade that she needed the flight experience. She was not born with wings after all and it had taken quite some time to adjust.
Winter was closing in soon, she thinks quietly - not really having noticed before because the Chamber stays in a perpetual state of season or so it seems. Being accustomed to such weather has landed her trip short, it was much colder above the ground than below with the wind and other elements. The blue-jay winged mare makes a quick landing, just short of the meadows entrance as her hooves rustle up some dirt she sneezes, then groans. Dirt, pollen, ugh why couldn't everything just go away? She wonders now if she will stumble across Nymphetamine in the meadow, word was he had been quite busy this past season. Even at the thought her blood pressure rises and she feels on edge but it's none of her business, it's not her life. She folds her blue, black and teal adorned wings in and starts to familiarize herself with the meadow. Even in the winter it brims with small wildlife, a few horses here and there and a general sense of peace.
It feels strange - to be somewhere with no purpose at all.
Winter was closing in soon, she thinks quietly - not really having noticed before because the Chamber stays in a perpetual state of season or so it seems. Being accustomed to such weather has landed her trip short, it was much colder above the ground than below with the wind and other elements. The blue-jay winged mare makes a quick landing, just short of the meadows entrance as her hooves rustle up some dirt she sneezes, then groans. Dirt, pollen, ugh why couldn't everything just go away? She wonders now if she will stumble across Nymphetamine in the meadow, word was he had been quite busy this past season. Even at the thought her blood pressure rises and she feels on edge but it's none of her business, it's not her life. She folds her blue, black and teal adorned wings in and starts to familiarize herself with the meadow. Even in the winter it brims with small wildlife, a few horses here and there and a general sense of peace.
It feels strange - to be somewhere with no purpose at all.
Kimber
You don't know how hard I fought to survive,
waking up alone when I was left to die
waking up alone when I was left to die
any posts are my nemesis, please forgive me. :/