A L I K A
mare // rocky mountain horse // one // flaxen liver chestnut // fifteen.three hh [wfg] // frost

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Alika felt impatient but remained standing still as she let her gaze roam across the land. Surely someone had heard her? The scents of other horses told the young filly that this place wasn’t deserted and so she continued to wait but her front hooves began to dance in place. How they itched to move; to keep going. She had been going for so long now how was ever possible for her to stay still? There was just way too much out there for her to just be content waiting and watching what came to her. Alika felt that while she was young and free she needed to get out and see the things she wouldn’t be able to see under the control of a stallion. Freedom meant a lot to the young girl and so even when she became of age she would still fight to stay free.


Her thoughts were interrupted as a call was answered back to her and soon enough a colt came to greet her. How was it that he was here and not some lead stallion or mare? With a swish of her tail, Alika decided to be content with it and so gave him a smile. “Hello” she answered in return to his greeting. Her eyes assessed his smoky black coat before her gaze rested back upon his face. The colt had potential someday but that day wasn’t now. He was young, younger than her. Maybe he could prove to be good at playing? “My name is Alika” she introduced herself. “What is yours?”

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