Mystic was hesitant as her tired legs carried her into the chamber. She was invited here but she didnt know what to expect. Shes never had a home before besides the one she ran away from. Her ears were rotating in different directions trying to take in the sights. It was a dark place, cold and dark. The trees had no bark on them and it made her skin chilled. But she kept walking into what would be come her new home. This was all new to her but wasnt going to let her past to ruin a good life for a change.
She stopped under a dark looking tree. She looked all around seeing who all was here. She was wondering what kind of welcome she would get. She felt nervous and acted nervous and jumpy. Everytime the snow would fall on her muscular blue roan pelt she would flinch. Her coat has not set in yet. She was used to being cared for a human all her live. She had shelter and food. Now she had nothing, she lowered her head. What did she get into and what did she do. She needed something in her life to keep her mind off things. It will take time to heal the scars that were on her heart and in her mind. But someday the real butterfly will appear. And the real her will be shown.
She was stubborn mare, with a scarred heart. Would anyone in here change her heart and tame her and make her his? And will she ever knock down those walls thats kept her safe for years? This was the new Mystic and she was ready for a change. She arched her neck and puffed her chest out looking elegant despite her legs being tired. She felt better after her little pep talk to herself. I mean no harm to anyone here, just looking for a home and was told i could come here. She nickered softly
She stopped under a dark looking tree. She looked all around seeing who all was here. She was wondering what kind of welcome she would get. She felt nervous and acted nervous and jumpy. Everytime the snow would fall on her muscular blue roan pelt she would flinch. Her coat has not set in yet. She was used to being cared for a human all her live. She had shelter and food. Now she had nothing, she lowered her head. What did she get into and what did she do. She needed something in her life to keep her mind off things. It will take time to heal the scars that were on her heart and in her mind. But someday the real butterfly will appear. And the real her will be shown.
She was stubborn mare, with a scarred heart. Would anyone in here change her heart and tame her and make her his? And will she ever knock down those walls thats kept her safe for years? This was the new Mystic and she was ready for a change. She arched her neck and puffed her chest out looking elegant despite her legs being tired. She felt better after her little pep talk to herself. I mean no harm to anyone here, just looking for a home and was told i could come here. She nickered softly