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in the morning i went
Posted on March 12, 2018 at 06:31:02 PM by p e t a l

as I wandered the forest, the green leaves among, i heard a wild flower singing a song

the small creamy mare puffs out a snort of surprise at the revelation vita nova offers her. it was a shock, to know that this was the sister of her only other real connection to the islands� but it only makes her feel more kindred to the friendly mare who had approached her. for a second her pale blue eyes drift away from nova once again out to the gently churning sea, wondering, imagining a happy reunion. would the large russet stallion even care to see her again after she had ventured so far? forgiveness apparently was in his nature, and she remembered him saying she would always be welcome but she couldn�t help wondering if he was just being nice. maybe she would take nova up on her offer and find out one way or the other.

she didn�t have long to ponder before she was caught off guard once again. her thoughts about life and pity and forgiveness scatter as a much larger figure approaches the two mares and she shivers before she can help herself, her skin crawling with the displeasure of having been caught unaware for a second time and this time by a stallion. as the stranger approaches she edges closer to the darker, larger mare, so that they stand side by side facing the painted grey who she can clearly identify as a male by musk and stature alone. her head also rises, not that she is very intimidating being over 8 inches shorter than the newcomer, and her eyes turn icy in warning. her ears roll backward, disappearing in the the crown of tousled rust colored mane as she watches the stranger.

her own voice is surprisingly strong as she echoes the first mare. hello and good evening. she doesn�t offer her name, following suit, but watches him warily, her small pale body tense and coiled, ready to flee. she smothers the urge, not wanting to leave the other mare alone and not certain the stranger offers any real threat.

p e t a l

mare : 5 : perlino dun : arabian mustang mutt : 13.3 : kafkaesque

s t o c k ~ c a l i t h a - l e n a @ d e v i a n t a r t

Replies:

we were born sick - By Warsaw March 14, 2018 at 02:06:06 PM
- This is no ordinary love - By Vita Nova March 15, 2018 at 03:51:54 PM
  - as rosy as morn - By p e t a l March 15, 2018 at 06:20:21 PM
    - we were born sick - By Warsaw March 22, 2018 at 07:07:59 PM
      - This is no ordinary love - By Vita Nova March 26, 2018 at 09:00:21 PM
        
        to seek for new joy - By p e t a l March 28, 2018 at 05:05:38 PM
        
        we were born sick - By Warsaw April 9, 2018 at 02:42:48 PM
        
        This is no ordinary love - By Vita Nova April 12, 2018 at 02:10:34 PM

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