Sassy but strikingly accident prone. Welcome to life with Jaws. The filly didn’t really know what it would mean for her in the long run, but she was perfectly happy making her way through this place. What belonged in the sea would return to the sea, and she needed to figure out if she belonged there. In the heat of the summer, the dappled filly was starting to believe it. Her place in this world was in the ocean, swimming through the deep with bright eyes and a strong stride. The sea was comforting to the creature. Jaws can have the time of her life, and she embraces that.
Her mother didn’t seem to care, and that fit her rather well as well. Rade cared, and maybe that was enough. Though the man wasn’t her father, she didn’t seem to care. He was a nice enough man to the child, so she’d roll with it. Jaws wasn’t picky, and that was probably to her advantage. It was okay to run round hell and gone so long as she knew someone cared enough about her to come after her in the end. Mom didn’t care… hell, she was hardly even a mom. A rape born bay… who could blame her? Jaws could, that baby could and would. Then again, in the dappled creature’s mind it was a nonissue. Territorial boundaries weren’t something that really meant anything to the girl. Jaws made her way through the sea, the warmth of the shallows meaning nothing more than a home base. She’d return to them, being careful not to be swept up in the current. Her swimming had gotten stronger, exceptional for a weanling. She made her way through the sea like a fish, getting farther and farther away from the land of the shady palms. It didn’t matter, Rade would come after her if she lost her way. Seas were salty, and salt drew the water from her system. The smoky filly dragged herself to land, feeling the water running off her coat in rivulets. It was a little sticky, but even that made her feel alive. The girl with the bright eyes made her way across the land, looking for somewhere where she could stop to drink or someone who could point her in the right direction. Fixing on a buckskin mare, the lively little filly approached. At least she was the opposite of threatening. Instead, Jaws was a spark. There was a set determination as she set upon the buckskin, her damp tail flickering lightly. “Hey lady--” Jaws calls out, but she waits another few moments to continue the thought. She needs to be closer so she doesn’t have to yell. Her little lungs are a bit tired, throat stinging slightly from a brief, unfortunate inhalation of sea water. “Y’know where I can find something to drink?” The foal’s head cocks to the side, her eyes upon the woman with a question. filly. dappledsmokyblack. 15.2wfg. floydxclytie. |