giselle.

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The wind was really putting up a good fight as it twisted and turned around, throwing the rain down in a hurried clamber. The storm had quickened sooner than Giselle had anticipated and the gusts drove her mane up in a wild mess. The chill of her already wet coat was dampening on her mood as she felt rather uncomfortable after the ice water bath that she had just experienced, swimming through the ocean. The stranger had been gazing out to sea, so it appeared, however when they caught sight of her, Giselle swore she could hear a strangled call ring out underneath the heavy cover of thunder.

Oh god, Giselle saw them make a move and begin in her direction. The silver mare hadn’t moved a muscle yet and was extremely torn between the right decision here… should she make a quick dart into the tropical trees and avoid the confrontation or do the civil thing and find out who’s home she had barged into? Running was always an option, especially since her approacher now that they were nearer was a stallion, may just be in her best interest and considering they seemed injured. Giselle turned her neck to speculate her surroundings and envisioned a clear escape, just in case. The lightning illuminated everything in the dark, Giselle had always admired storms, and they were a powerful force and almost energized her soul, causing her to feel a little anxious.

Instead of fleeing the reaches of the stallion, she stood her ground. Giselle always wondered what was wrong with her, any normal horse had the flight not fight instinct – her mother had been a fighter and had taught her everything she had known. Giselle confidently kept her nose at a comfortable level and became restless when the buckskin neared where she stood. The silver mare took a few steps away from the stallion, kicking up sand and swinging her head uncomfortably sending droplets flying through the downpour, ears half saying go away and at the same time telling him to stay. Her ice blue eyes watched him, a heavy exhale left her nose as she studied his form, noticing this horse was obviously injured and wasn’t as dangerous as Giselle had originally thought. The silver mare stayed a good distance away, tense within his presence and because the storm was gaining on them and growing in intensity.

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mare | 6 | mustang cross | silver grulla overo | 15.1 | hallucinogenic x ardea | moka
image credited to: squidlarkin @ deviantart