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Date Posted: 12:04:48 04/21/03 Mon
Female of white enters the land, legs carrying her svelte body, head dipping down and up as her shoulders work to send her across the land with breath-taking beauty and grace. For a moment in each stride she seems suspended in air, as if she was not a mere hoss but an alicorn. Orbs of bittersweet violet entangle your heart as she steals your gaze for a blink in time before continuing on her way. Black mane and tail ripple with the speed behind her, even as the wakening sun clings to her pelt. In the soft morning light, the sound of her hooves resonates against the sweet, tender shoots of grass. Coming to a hault beside a wandering stream she takes a much needed drink. With a toss of her head and whip of her tail she moves toward a patch of grass to graze in peace.
So calm was she, she doesn’t even flinch when a second female burst from the path she’d just left. The second female stops to late and flies straight into the stream. With a snort of anger, the second shakes the water from her already damp coat of dapple. The first did little more than twitch an ear in her direction and continue grazing. In even greater irritation than before, the second stomps her hooves on the bank, demanding she pay attention and right this second. With a chuckle the white turns her head toward the young dapple and turns both ears toward her so as to not cause more trouble than she was ready to handle. Not that she couldn’t wipe the floor with the little tramp if she wanted, but she needed her strength to fend off the males now that she was in heat.
In a way, her demeanor was to be expected when one looked at how many scars were on her body, but at the age of 6, none were from a stallion’s mating bite. None even lived long enough to try it. When she was going to have children, she’d decide and that would be that. Pity on the poor soul she chose. The dapple rolls her eyes and scrambles up the bank to her.
Why you old vixen, go on, laugh at me if it suits your fancy, Lord knows you're good for it Rosie. The dapple shakes herself once again.
You amuse me, whether you realize or not, you've more beauty than brain. The white loses another laugh.
And you've more brawn. Look at you, and you worry about a stallion trying to rape you. You were beautiful once but you gave that up didn't you? And was it worth anything in the end?
The white says nothing in reply, but lays down in the uncut wild grass, wondering the answer herself.
Name:Roselynn
NN:Rose/Rosie(by a trusted few)
Years:6
Gender:Mare
Breed:Thoroughbred
Looks:Color of fresh snow with mane and tail of ebony, hooves of silver, violet orbs and uncountable scars along body.
Name:Damina
NN:
Year:4
Gender:Mare
Breed:Thoroughbred
Looks:Dapple grey w/flaxen mane/tail, ebon' hooves & icey blue eyes.
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