Post by Arwen on Jul 15, 2011 0:39:56 GMT -5
The pretty little mares lithe form was found making her way into the Plateau. Her crystal orbs took in everything, every landmar, every little pebble beneath her hooves. Brilliant white banner flowing behind her proudly. As she moved into the land, she noticed first off that there appeared to be no other horses. And she thought with a smug excitement, 'If I can't see them, they can't see me.' She paused for a moment to admire the natural beauty of the land here. The sun beamed off of her brilliant white pelt like a neon sign. A gentle breeze ruffled the grass of the meadow.
With another quick glance around she bolted into the long grass at a full gallop kicking her heels up like a young filly. Although she was now five years old she was still in the prime of her life and acted much much younger. To some it was a bit annoying, to others it brightened their day. She lessened her pace near a oak tree large with age. She dipped her neck delicately velvety muzzle pulling a mouthful of grass from the ground. After finishing chewing she looked around with slight interest. Tess was starting to get tired of being a loner.
The island of Fuego was a sanctuary to horses that would have otherwise had to endure a miserable existance. Her for example. If she would have reached her intended destination she would have likely been raced until her body could no longer. She loved to run. Then she would be used for the offspring she could produce until she was too old to be of use to anyone. Tess decided that it was time she met some of the other residents of Fuego. A loud whinny resonated from her maw, a call to any horses nearby. Only time would tell if she'd find anyone. Whether she was looking for a herd, a mate, or friends it was unknown.
Tess decided to just roll with the flow for today. The rare colored mare was a beauty to uphold but very few got to the personality that was hidden deep inside.
With another quick glance around she bolted into the long grass at a full gallop kicking her heels up like a young filly. Although she was now five years old she was still in the prime of her life and acted much much younger. To some it was a bit annoying, to others it brightened their day. She lessened her pace near a oak tree large with age. She dipped her neck delicately velvety muzzle pulling a mouthful of grass from the ground. After finishing chewing she looked around with slight interest. Tess was starting to get tired of being a loner.
The island of Fuego was a sanctuary to horses that would have otherwise had to endure a miserable existance. Her for example. If she would have reached her intended destination she would have likely been raced until her body could no longer. She loved to run. Then she would be used for the offspring she could produce until she was too old to be of use to anyone. Tess decided that it was time she met some of the other residents of Fuego. A loud whinny resonated from her maw, a call to any horses nearby. Only time would tell if she'd find anyone. Whether she was looking for a herd, a mate, or friends it was unknown.
Tess decided to just roll with the flow for today. The rare colored mare was a beauty to uphold but very few got to the personality that was hidden deep inside.