08-05-2016, 02:15 AM
Thanata had heard of this little mare before. According to the tales, she'd been born a weak foal, but had since grown into a fine and capable mare, one who would defend herself and those she loved with great vigor. Thanata was like that as well, but she often preferred words over the use of teeth and hooves.
With the time passing here though, and the situations she'd run into since joining the Tundra, she found herself using her teeth and hooves more and more. That frightened her a little; she felt that she was changing a little TOO fast for her own liking. She'd always believed that peace triumphed over confrontation, the use of words over hooves prevailed in the end. But, on occasion, she found herself fully willing to fight in order to get her point across.
What was this kingdom doing to her? How much was it changing her? What... what would she become?
Well, at least the one thing that would never change is Thanata's quiet, but friendly personality. Around mares, she had little issues, since she'd lived around stallions the majority of her life before coming here. So, when she spotted Josie grazing in the meadow, the Friesian mare decided to go over and greet her, wanting to know how the younger mare was doing as of late.
Unlike Josie's pelt, which was still a little fuzzy, possibly with her fur being a late shedder, Thanata's was a sleek raven black, her winter coat having fully shed near the beginning of spring. It did still retain some of its thickness to help shield Thanata's body from the frigid airs that existed within the Tundra at all times, but they were nothing compared to winter, so the majority of her thick coat was now gone. Her long mane, though a bit tangled, was still thick and dark, falling over the left side like a waterfall tumbling down a cliff. Her long forelock hung over her left eye, as it usually did, something Thanata never really cared about.
Approaching the young mare, Thanata greeted in a quiet, friendly voice, "Good morning Josie. How are you doing today?"
With the time passing here though, and the situations she'd run into since joining the Tundra, she found herself using her teeth and hooves more and more. That frightened her a little; she felt that she was changing a little TOO fast for her own liking. She'd always believed that peace triumphed over confrontation, the use of words over hooves prevailed in the end. But, on occasion, she found herself fully willing to fight in order to get her point across.
What was this kingdom doing to her? How much was it changing her? What... what would she become?
Well, at least the one thing that would never change is Thanata's quiet, but friendly personality. Around mares, she had little issues, since she'd lived around stallions the majority of her life before coming here. So, when she spotted Josie grazing in the meadow, the Friesian mare decided to go over and greet her, wanting to know how the younger mare was doing as of late.
Unlike Josie's pelt, which was still a little fuzzy, possibly with her fur being a late shedder, Thanata's was a sleek raven black, her winter coat having fully shed near the beginning of spring. It did still retain some of its thickness to help shield Thanata's body from the frigid airs that existed within the Tundra at all times, but they were nothing compared to winter, so the majority of her thick coat was now gone. Her long mane, though a bit tangled, was still thick and dark, falling over the left side like a waterfall tumbling down a cliff. Her long forelock hung over her left eye, as it usually did, something Thanata never really cared about.
Approaching the young mare, Thanata greeted in a quiet, friendly voice, "Good morning Josie. How are you doing today?"