zevZev was fully aware how out of place she looked wandering about the common areas. Her body was lean and angular, her legs were certainly her greatest asset. And despite the fact that they seemed to go on forever she barely reached fourteen three. A miracle really that she had grown that tall. Had she been any shorter she would have been marked a pony for the rest of her life. And that was just something she would never have been able to live with. What truly made her look as if she didn't belong was the fact that she was clearly an exotic desert breed. And yet she seemed to feel no fear as she stalked through the varied terrains. From a young age Zev had frequently left her desert home to learn more of the world around her and now that was certainly coming in handy.
Her pointed ears flick forward at the sound of the rushing waters and curiosity gets the better of the small obsidian mare. Zev pushed herself into a lazy trot as she makes her way toward the sound. However when she reaches the falls she sees that she is not alone and she makes a sound that sounded more like a hiss than anything. Her ears flatten against her naked neck as she brings herself to a halt not too far off. She should have known she wouldn't be alone. Knowing full well it was rude to stare, and not knowing that the mare couldn't tell she was staring, Zev cleared her throat loudly and stepped closer.
"Hello."
Her voice was far from kind and certainly betrayed her feminine looks. It was deep, almost haunting. And yet ragged like a disturbed grave. Her eyes are narrowed, they're always narrowed. Perhaps it was her breed's characteristic hooded eye or perhaps it was just that she was a proper git. |
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