Common

Cautious steps into the world would be met with the very thing Junia wished to avoid. The pale peach kissed sky deepened into the blue of mid-morning. The sun hung on the pinnacle of its route, and the bay mare had stretched her limbs across the meadow at great length.

A stallion appeared through the treeline ahead of her with his pinned to a dual-toned skull. A snort blew from her soft peach nostrils as the whites of her eyes rimmed the baby blue. Anxiety rose and crashed over her in a great wave as the stallion approached, her own red-brown ears pinned to the back of her delicate ivory crown with the umbra locks that cascaded down her neck.

The stallion ushered her away from the meadows - out to some unknown location on the prairie that the washed up mare didn't know. A kick of her white washed hind legs and a screamed protest was all she offered. Shackles once more closed around her ankles, and she was no longer free. With a toss of her alabaster face she would canter in the direction the stallion ushered her.

(I'll make a post in the prairie for them now!)