Forest Frontiers

Her dark head was dipped into the still green grass; grazing peacefully under the warm Fall sun. The welsh cob hybrid was on edge; ears tittering from raised to against her skull. Curse the heat she was feeling; cruse the want to make it go away. Blue eyes winced against the harsh sunlight; she willed a cool breeze to pass by, even for a little while. She was happy for the quiet after all the mess with Glamour; it wouldn’t last very long but for the time being it was nice. She knew the fiery mare hated her and would possibly use her power to mess with the blue girl; if things came to that then she would have no choice but to fight. She would show her power to the other and Indi; no matter how many scars and bruises littered her dark blue pelt. She pulled a little forcefully at a mouthful of grass; stomping a small hoof in annoyance. This madness had to stop.

As if on cue Indi appeared; the dark stallion looking as proud and thoughtful as ever. She was surprised when her hormones did an excited jig at the sight of the stallion; she suddenly hated her body for that. His greeting was met with a quiet whicker of her own; bowing her head to one side to escape the suns glare. She twitches as he plays with her dark mane; willing herself not to shy from his touch. He speaks softly to her a question of how she was. She could hear in that voice; want, desire; yet was being held back. There was a struggle she could see; to keep himself from mounting and taking claim of what was his. She did have to remember that; she was his now but she was also was her own. The mare was strong and thoughtful, a fighter and a careful creature. Now more than any time, she was suddenly timid and jumpy.

“Actually I’ve been better.” She laughs half heartedly and shifts almost uncomfortably. Was she scared of this stallion now? Was she scared of what could become if she allowed it? Yes, yes she was and she hated it. The blue girl wanted this stallion to take claim of what was his; but that was the season talking. Her own mind was in a tug of war with her common sense and desires; making the world spin for a moment. She shakes her dark head and her forelock falls to cover one blue eye. He would see the battle raging, the same battle that was taking place in his mind and body. Now only a nervous tick of the clock was playing in her mind.

I will walk this earth a thousand years after you’re gone under moonlight grace. I am the Blue Moon Wanderer






OOC: Sure X) Here's her stats

Blazil
Blue Roan
Hybrid
Imnek x Staluna
Immortal


You can play the foal if you like X)

Replies:

• there's a story in your eyes - By Indian Outlaw March 23, 2012 at 10:04:45 AM
  • I'll Dance Forever Under Blue Moonlight - By Blazil March 23, 2012 at 11:52:06 AM
    • dancing to the beat of a tattered drum - By IndianOutlaw March 23, 2012 at 02:35:05 PM