Common

She knew better than this


It was quiet in the predawn hours; not even the birds were singing their morning tunes yet. Only the soft sounds of careful footfall broke the hushed silence of the sleepy world, making the sound seen louder than it actually was. But the noise became quiet as well as the mare stopped walking, raising her dark crown high so her white face and blue eyes could peer across the land she was always told to fear. The Commoms; of all places she had to venture, this was the most dangerous to be. But there was no fear on the features of her face, nor in her sharp blue eyes. The young mare stood almost proudly, as if she had just conquered something despite it having been nothing.


Only lowering her head a fraction, Xiomara began to walk once more. The darkness as the moon had gone and the sun not yet risen helping to keep her hidden. But the blue roan would not stay concealed long; soon the soft pinks, oranges and reds would be cast across the inky sky to reveal all below it. She would use this time to try and cross the commons without being noticed. Yet in some deep part of her she would not claim, Xiomara wished for the challenge of a suiter to try and place teeth on her. The fire in her needing to be fed and what better way to do that then here during breeding season?