Post by Ostrich on Sept 2, 2018 18:49:18 GMT -5
RileyCasper
She had met one soul in recent months, and he was a fool. He did not last long in the cold of his chosen home, succumbing to the winter chill in only a year's time. They had not bred yet-he was waiting for the perfect time to breed, and had thus lost his chance. She would have gotten rid of the foal upon his death anyway, it was a harsh thing to say but she was unwilling to toil with the pains of birth unless a man had proven himself. His...immature nature and kinglyness had seemed to strike her fancy once upon a time, but now she was looking for something more.
Her abode had been overtaken by strange individuals, too many foals and too many mares to share the king with. She had left without ever saying hello, and wanted nothing more than to reclaim it, but she was no fighter. A thief, yes, but no fighter. She had made her way to the water source to bathe herself of the stench of the former woes, and to start a new. Perhaps there was another stallion amongst the fold who could give her what she wanted, perhaps one even to let her true colors show. A half hearted cynical laugh came at even the thought of that; there was no man who would ever know her true self.
Sighing, she made her way down into the creek bed. It was not a very deep creek; only a few meters at it's deepest point-but that was fine with her. The cold chill of it set into her skin, sending a shiver up her spine-not a cold chill, but more as though it was the touch of a long lost lover. Though the sun was setting, and the temperature dropping, she did not mind one bit. the darkness would conceal her rugged features as she bathed in the moonlight.
Snorting, she lowered her head under the water and tossed her head up, spraying the water over her body. She pawed again, and lowered herself to roll a moment in the shallower water, before standing and heading deeper.
She had met one soul in recent months, and he was a fool. He did not last long in the cold of his chosen home, succumbing to the winter chill in only a year's time. They had not bred yet-he was waiting for the perfect time to breed, and had thus lost his chance. She would have gotten rid of the foal upon his death anyway, it was a harsh thing to say but she was unwilling to toil with the pains of birth unless a man had proven himself. His...immature nature and kinglyness had seemed to strike her fancy once upon a time, but now she was looking for something more.
Her abode had been overtaken by strange individuals, too many foals and too many mares to share the king with. She had left without ever saying hello, and wanted nothing more than to reclaim it, but she was no fighter. A thief, yes, but no fighter. She had made her way to the water source to bathe herself of the stench of the former woes, and to start a new. Perhaps there was another stallion amongst the fold who could give her what she wanted, perhaps one even to let her true colors show. A half hearted cynical laugh came at even the thought of that; there was no man who would ever know her true self.
Sighing, she made her way down into the creek bed. It was not a very deep creek; only a few meters at it's deepest point-but that was fine with her. The cold chill of it set into her skin, sending a shiver up her spine-not a cold chill, but more as though it was the touch of a long lost lover. Though the sun was setting, and the temperature dropping, she did not mind one bit. the darkness would conceal her rugged features as she bathed in the moonlight.
Snorting, she lowered her head under the water and tossed her head up, spraying the water over her body. She pawed again, and lowered herself to roll a moment in the shallower water, before standing and heading deeper.
