10-12-2016, 09:24 AM
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
The meadow had become her new home. First the Gates, then Tarnished’s herd, only to be followed up by Pollock’s. She had been freed from his grasp due to the change, but it had been too late. Heavy with child, an unwanted child, but that was the only life they had given to her. Other than that they had only taken from her.
Vlinder’s eyes are dull, almost lifeless, and she cannot bring herself to care for anything. Or, perhaps, that might not be entirely true. As her eyes land upon the tall bay she cannot help it but to worry slightly. But caring for another was something entirely else than caring about what might become of your own life, because that, didn’t matter at all to the blue roan mare.
Slow and careful steps take her closer towards the stranger, a slight frown upon her features, but other than that Vlinder still shows the dull expression. ”You.. No.. that thing.. It looks bad?” She could relate, somewhat, because she too had been a prisoner, it just hadn’t been ropes that had tied her to the place, but instead it had been a stallions body. If she had been used to her horn already, she would probably have offered to help the other mare by using her horn, but sadly enough, it doesn’t spark Vlinder’s mind just yet.
Vlinder’s eyes are dull, almost lifeless, and she cannot bring herself to care for anything. Or, perhaps, that might not be entirely true. As her eyes land upon the tall bay she cannot help it but to worry slightly. But caring for another was something entirely else than caring about what might become of your own life, because that, didn’t matter at all to the blue roan mare.
Slow and careful steps take her closer towards the stranger, a slight frown upon her features, but other than that Vlinder still shows the dull expression. ”You.. No.. that thing.. It looks bad?” She could relate, somewhat, because she too had been a prisoner, it just hadn’t been ropes that had tied her to the place, but instead it had been a stallions body. If she had been used to her horn already, she would probably have offered to help the other mare by using her horn, but sadly enough, it doesn’t spark Vlinder’s mind just yet.
Vlinder
Zeik x Felinae