08-12-2015, 07:00 PM
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"Those whom are disposed in the darkness of solitude, never return. But a speck of light in the darkness can re-frame from the solitaire likely hood of darkness, and lead the way." ~Feya
Feya grazed alone beside a shallow stream and under the shade of a ruptured weeping willow. The wind filters through the long draping leaves upon her ebony flank, trailing to her pitch black tail whisping in the warm summer breeze. She allows a nicker to release from her grey coated muzzle, as she lowers her muscular neck followed by her white striped cranium. Her dark burgundy hues lift to the sight of multiple mares in the distance, but she dared not to approach her solitude was too well enjoyed to be broken.
She nipped at the lush blades of grass the small prickles upon the tender green vegetation tickled her whiskers as she gingerly plucked a few blades out of the soft plush terra. Her auditories were posted in a relaxed state as she listened to the vocals of song birds up in the willows draping canopy of flimsy vines. Feya closed her Burgundy hued optics rising her cranium she allowed her long slender appendages to stride forward. She reached the waters edge she loomed over the cool clear liquid eyeing her reflection, perhaps her solitude got the best of her. She pondered carefully flaring her nostrils causing ripples upon the water's surface traveling through the shallow lake. She retracted her attention back to her reflection once it focused, " Perhaps today will be different?" she spoke softly her Tennessee accent flew through her lips like whiskey. Feya turned from the waters edge nipping at the hanging leaves and branches from the willow she continued to graze tossing her long ebony mane.
Feya grazed alone beside a shallow stream and under the shade of a ruptured weeping willow. The wind filters through the long draping leaves upon her ebony flank, trailing to her pitch black tail whisping in the warm summer breeze. She allows a nicker to release from her grey coated muzzle, as she lowers her muscular neck followed by her white striped cranium. Her dark burgundy hues lift to the sight of multiple mares in the distance, but she dared not to approach her solitude was too well enjoyed to be broken.
She nipped at the lush blades of grass the small prickles upon the tender green vegetation tickled her whiskers as she gingerly plucked a few blades out of the soft plush terra. Her auditories were posted in a relaxed state as she listened to the vocals of song birds up in the willows draping canopy of flimsy vines. Feya closed her Burgundy hued optics rising her cranium she allowed her long slender appendages to stride forward. She reached the waters edge she loomed over the cool clear liquid eyeing her reflection, perhaps her solitude got the best of her. She pondered carefully flaring her nostrils causing ripples upon the water's surface traveling through the shallow lake. She retracted her attention back to her reflection once it focused, " Perhaps today will be different?" she spoke softly her Tennessee accent flew through her lips like whiskey. Feya turned from the waters edge nipping at the hanging leaves and branches from the willow she continued to graze tossing her long ebony mane.