03-19-2018, 12:32 PM
 She could feel the earth moving, sinking, under her hooves. Every now and again when she picked them up, they made a slurping, sucking noise and the mud clung to them, falling off in clumps back to the ground. Maybe, just maybe, the mud would help her look, or at least feel, more normal. She stopped for a moment, her head lowered and sniffing the ground. Rolling was an option, one that would make her less conspicuous to the others gathered here and there in small groups. She moved on, may as well get it over with. Her fiery yellow-orange coat stood out from the vegetation and lake that made up her backdrop and the blood red markings flashed almost dangerously. The ghost green-white of her mane hid the almost black of her eyes from view, where it was long and tangled. Her head though, well, it was well camouflaged by the mask design that covered it. Browns and white blending with the mud, water and sky. She was odd, unusual, weird, different. and a whole host of other things besides. She knew this, she had been told this since she was a filly. She sighed, sides expanding to their max, and exhaled heavily. Time to start again, maybe this time, someone would understand. She plodded out of the mud and onto the grass in her dazzling glory. |