hey megalomaniac; any

[Maiko]

Maiko

Biting’s excellent. It’s like kissing, only there’s a winner.

There’s a bitch in the field.

It’s not even herself this time. Oh, she recognizes those similar to herself. They stand with a certain aura of owning the place, spoiled little princesses that they are, most of the time. For a bastard such as she, abandoned upon birth (wondering if her mother hated her for existing in the first place), there was nothing more cynical in life than that the both of them were behaving outwardly similar.

That’s the extension of the comparison, of course. Maiko’s undefined hybrid form is nothing short of the usual, and the newcomer is clearly of Friesian blood, pure black with flowing mane, broad shoulders and charming fetlocks, like an overlong black gown upon her heels. But the other difference is that the mare is mundane black where Maiko sports a veridian green colour and fuchsia-striken cream mane to contrast.

It’s funny to keep compairing and mirroring, but it shouldn’t take too long. She strides towards the other mare to address her. ”Anyone coming for you yet?”

@[Katarina]

@ if anyone else wants to join, Maiko doesn’t have a home yet either but will gladly make this harder for you xD