12-12-2016, 07:35 PM
The grullo mare winds her way through the woods, watching the way the sun trickled through the canopy overhead, creating a myriad of designs on the forest floor. It does the same to her tri-color coat, speckling the smokey grullo of her skin and the single splash of tobiano white across her withers. The frosted hairs of her mane are in striking contrast, and they drape across her exceedingly strong primitive shoulder barring.
Her eye-catching coat, doe-like figure, and bright seagreen gaze makes her more than easy on the eyes, but there is nothing in the grullo's demeanor that hints she finds her looks to be her most valuable asset. She walks a meandering path, clearly out for the simple joy of movement, and her gaze flits from here to there with open curiosity.
When she comes across a bay filly standing at the head of her trail, she offers the girl a warm and friendly smile. "Hey there," she says, her voice clear and utterly lacking the daintiness of her appearance. Djinni comes to stand beside the younger horse and look out at the Field. She is careful to keep a comfortable distance between them though, and for a while she's quiet as she looks out at the clearing.
"I'm more of a forest girl myself too," she finally says to break the silence, referring to the way that the bay horse had cling to the forest rather than the open meadow. "But I suppose everything has its perks."
She gives another friendly smile, adding: "I'm Djinni, by the way. What's your name?"
Her eye-catching coat, doe-like figure, and bright seagreen gaze makes her more than easy on the eyes, but there is nothing in the grullo's demeanor that hints she finds her looks to be her most valuable asset. She walks a meandering path, clearly out for the simple joy of movement, and her gaze flits from here to there with open curiosity.
When she comes across a bay filly standing at the head of her trail, she offers the girl a warm and friendly smile. "Hey there," she says, her voice clear and utterly lacking the daintiness of her appearance. Djinni comes to stand beside the younger horse and look out at the Field. She is careful to keep a comfortable distance between them though, and for a while she's quiet as she looks out at the clearing.
"I'm more of a forest girl myself too," she finally says to break the silence, referring to the way that the bay horse had cling to the forest rather than the open meadow. "But I suppose everything has its perks."
She gives another friendly smile, adding: "I'm Djinni, by the way. What's your name?"
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster