I think there's a flaw in my code

Winter, as harsh and unforgiving as love. Above her head, the sky rumbled with clouds that spilled precious snowflakes across the frigid ground. A fine dusting of snow had gathered on the mare’s golden back, her neck arched rigidly, the rest of her body unmoving. She’d spent most of her morning on a long run, fighting the crisp air to fill her aching lungs, and now, there was nothing left for her to do. Nowhere to prowl, on edge with her blue eyes following every movement of the creatures around her, nowhere to pause and listen to hushed conversations not meant for her ears. How am I supposed to figure out how to fit in here if there’s no one around to imitate? She huffed to herself, auds flickering close to her skull and burying themselves in her cream colored mane.

Kovah rolled her shoulders, finally breaking out of her statue stillness. Optics gleaming with irritation, she began to pace, her hooves sounds muffled by the quiet that only comes with the best of winter storms. I’ve barely seen anyone here. Perhaps I should have stayed with Mahlah after all. Though she knew that it might have killed her to stay, perhaps not physically but in every other way possible. Three years. Gone, dedicated to someone who could never give her what she so desperately craved. Never able to fill the hunger that clawed its way from her belly to her chest. Again, the deep ache filled her, reminding her that she was no closer to filling the void. Perhaps I’m just not trying hard enough.

Narrowing her eyes, she swept her gaze across the ice covered terrain. Her golden coat had never been an easy thing to hide but the snow had done a fairly good job of painting her white. Kovah shook the flakes from her body, knowing that staying out there all night was a bad option. There were a few more hours of daylight left. A few more hours in which she could hope to find someone willing to take her in. Poor, lonely orphan that she was. Her legs burned as she stalked catlike through the commons, keeping her optics opened wide and her crown held high. Confidence was always more appealing than weakness.

Look at me now, she smirked to herself, I’ve grown up all on my own. The femme paused to admire her reflection in the frozen lake nearby. Her mother’s beautiful coat, her father’s crystal blue eyes and a mind all her own. Perhaps they’d known all along that she would conquer the disquieting fears. Or perhaps they’d underestimated her.

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female | five | saddlebred | palomino | ee aa nCr | homeless