Varnish slowly walked into the golden field of grass as her huge frame caused a shadow to follow her like a lost soul seeking attention from behind, breathing in she snorted and waltzed her way over to a patch of unclaimed grass that would save her stomach from the pain of hunger.
Glancing around at the other mares she notices she the only heavy breed making her feel ashamed of what she is, she knows that there is no true stallion that would take her away from the struggles of loneliness and into a warm herd but with a flick of her short tail she pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind and back to the aim of filling a once empty belly, full and so she did slowly spurting around pulling at the grass as it tickled the underside of her jaw making her shake her head every now and then think that would sought the itch out but it never did.
Pushing herself she would lift her heavy head and reach for the leave of close by trees seeing as she was the only mare with a long enough neck to do so, snickering on the thought of how the others would never get to eat the fresh leaves of the tree or gather its fruits that it may bear in the right season. After what was once an empty belly Varnish moves closer to the tree and folds her legs in under her to lay down next to it and only hope for a stallion or herd to take her in.
Glancing around at the other mares she notices she the only heavy breed making her feel ashamed of what she is, she knows that there is no true stallion that would take her away from the struggles of loneliness and into a warm herd but with a flick of her short tail she pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind and back to the aim of filling a once empty belly, full and so she did slowly spurting around pulling at the grass as it tickled the underside of her jaw making her shake her head every now and then think that would sought the itch out but it never did.
Pushing herself she would lift her heavy head and reach for the leave of close by trees seeing as she was the only mare with a long enough neck to do so, snickering on the thought of how the others would never get to eat the fresh leaves of the tree or gather its fruits that it may bear in the right season. After what was once an empty belly Varnish moves closer to the tree and folds her legs in under her to lay down next to it and only hope for a stallion or herd to take her in.