12-15-2016, 12:53 PM
She started to leave at the sight of the approaching stallion. Two greys; one each gender, the classic tale of the mare's form capturing the man's fancy. She did not care for romance nor a farce of proper manners such as his. She wanted someone strong and sure, one who would also have the strength to accept help when he needs it most. Who could let himself lean upon those who love him for balance.
An impossible ideal.
But she wishes, dreams, nevertheless.
And approaches.
"Hello." She whispers, jaw still recovering. Welted scars that would never truly heal showing the silhouette of a halter that had once restricted her, nearly killed her. Some wounds still festered, unwilling to heal. But she speaks, regardless.
An impossible ideal.
But she wishes, dreams, nevertheless.
And approaches.
"Hello." She whispers, jaw still recovering. Welted scars that would never truly heal showing the silhouette of a halter that had once restricted her, nearly killed her. Some wounds still festered, unwilling to heal. But she speaks, regardless.