City
15.2hh
hybrid
MARE (ha! sneaky, sneaky!)
fleabitten gray, stigmata of the eyes and bloodmarked shoulder
yellow gold eyes
she's a meany. she's rather annoyed with everyone at any given time, though has been known to tolerate others. she's a fierce warrior, a viciously protective mother and cunning fighter. she plans on proving her worth and tossing around a few boys, at the very least.
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With her child hidden she's free to follow her nose, to follow her pumping heart and the magnetic forcing pulling at it. As the crowds begin to move toward their Queen she watches the scene unfold quietly from her spot among the brambles, her eyes wild and her white hair fluttering freely over her freckled face. I will fight all of them. Her body trembles with adrenaline, sharply sucking in a deep and letting out a clearing breath, releasing it from her stiff feeling lungs. She waits like a leopard in the shadows, eyeing them, circling them in silence as if on paws and not hooves. She will wait for her moment to slide into the group unnoticed, to put on her manliest face and most masculine posture; perhaps even squeezing between two big clunky stallions.
15.2hh
hybrid
MARE (ha! sneaky, sneaky!)
fleabitten gray, stigmata of the eyes and bloodmarked shoulder
yellow gold eyes
she's a meany. she's rather annoyed with everyone at any given time, though has been known to tolerate others. she's a fierce warrior, a viciously protective mother and cunning fighter. she plans on proving her worth and tossing around a few boys, at the very least.
--
With her child hidden she's free to follow her nose, to follow her pumping heart and the magnetic forcing pulling at it. As the crowds begin to move toward their Queen she watches the scene unfold quietly from her spot among the brambles, her eyes wild and her white hair fluttering freely over her freckled face. I will fight all of them. Her body trembles with adrenaline, sharply sucking in a deep and letting out a clearing breath, releasing it from her stiff feeling lungs. She waits like a leopard in the shadows, eyeing them, circling them in silence as if on paws and not hooves. She will wait for her moment to slide into the group unnoticed, to put on her manliest face and most masculine posture; perhaps even squeezing between two big clunky stallions.
