07-16-2016, 04:26 PM
HARLEY QUINN
There it was, the adorable little mouse with the crooked tail. The critter must've lived somewhere very nearby, since he had well worn paths through the tall grasses and frequently came to drink from the same tiny puddle that never seemed to disappear. Harley came to watch him occasionally when she was bored, and the tiny grey creature accepted her presence but rarely acknowledged it. Perhaps he was blind? Deaf? Probably not blind, not with paths carved out so well. Whatever, didn't matter.
Something today though was different, he walked up to his puddle as usual, but before drinking he stared at the large mare for a rather long time, whiskers twitching here and there but otherwise no motion could be detected aside from his rapid breathing. Harley, out of curiosity, reached out with her muzzle to smell the mouse. It bit her. She went to stomp it, and missed, only managing to clip off half of its tail with her sharp hoof. The mouse was long gone, it's tail still in front of Harley in the dirt. "Hmph."
And with that, the mare left her secluded puddle in search of something more interesting. Harley's appearance in itself made her interesting to the average passerby. Her dark brown coat was splattered with a red and black diamond pattern on her haunches, and her daggers were red as well as a few streaks throughout her mane and tail. To Harley, this was just how she was born, but others often gawked at her or commented on her beauty. And, as often as the fae would complain about it, she loved the attention, putting great care into keeping herself clean and beautiful.
Today being no more exciting than the last, the mare settled for wandering around aimlessly in search of adventure. The field had proved useless recently, filled mostly with pathetic loners. Today was a turn for the meadow. The grass was tall, brushing against her legs and snagging gently on her tail. No matter. She moved into a trot, head held high and looking for someone worthy of her conversation. It wasn't long before a stallion caught her eye, and she shifted slightly in his direction. About 30 yards away though, she stopped, and simply stared at the beast waiting for his reaction, doing nothing more than shaking her head to get her forelock out of her eyes.
Something today though was different, he walked up to his puddle as usual, but before drinking he stared at the large mare for a rather long time, whiskers twitching here and there but otherwise no motion could be detected aside from his rapid breathing. Harley, out of curiosity, reached out with her muzzle to smell the mouse. It bit her. She went to stomp it, and missed, only managing to clip off half of its tail with her sharp hoof. The mouse was long gone, it's tail still in front of Harley in the dirt. "Hmph."
And with that, the mare left her secluded puddle in search of something more interesting. Harley's appearance in itself made her interesting to the average passerby. Her dark brown coat was splattered with a red and black diamond pattern on her haunches, and her daggers were red as well as a few streaks throughout her mane and tail. To Harley, this was just how she was born, but others often gawked at her or commented on her beauty. And, as often as the fae would complain about it, she loved the attention, putting great care into keeping herself clean and beautiful.
Today being no more exciting than the last, the mare settled for wandering around aimlessly in search of adventure. The field had proved useless recently, filled mostly with pathetic loners. Today was a turn for the meadow. The grass was tall, brushing against her legs and snagging gently on her tail. No matter. She moved into a trot, head held high and looking for someone worthy of her conversation. It wasn't long before a stallion caught her eye, and she shifted slightly in his direction. About 30 yards away though, she stopped, and simply stared at the beast waiting for his reaction, doing nothing more than shaking her head to get her forelock out of her eyes.
All Dressed Up For A Hit And Run
