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It's a multi-color life Posted on May 18, 2020 at 09:29:28 AM by Chimeras
Pale as the white sands that lay upon the beaches of the islands. The perlino Dun was a sight to behold for sure. She was a mutt when it came to genes of what she may be. One thing is clear though; there is Spanish heritage in her blood. Spanish Mustang to be exact. As for whatever else though? Who knew really and who cared? Not she. Genes were merely there to tell what one derived of. It did not make or break anyone in particular and it would not stop her from being here. She may be alone for now, but that was surely subject to change. Right?
Pale blue eyes took in their surroundings and Chimeras shifted her weight as she walked. It is not long before she pauses by the water. Ears swivel and pitch forward on her sculpted head. She takes a moment to shake her mane out before dipping her head down to the fauna beneath her. Chimeras nipped at the source of food beneath her hooves that came in the stain of jade. Grass. The blades were tasteful she had come to realize. It had been a long time that she had set hoof on the commons. It had been a long time since she'd pulled herself from the shadows. Where had she gone? What had she done? Even she cannot really answer those questions though. She does not recall. It is all blank space in her thoughts. It was as though her mind pushed away the memories. Were they bad? Were they eventful?
She does not know. Chimeras was here now though and is that not what mattered? When it all came down to the facts at the end of the day; she is without a home or keeper now. There is no stallion that makes claim to her in these moments. She is free. This was to change though. It always did. Someone out there; some stallion would take interest in her and take her for his trophy collection. Perhaps one might be nice about it, but she would not hold a candle to that. There were plenty of bad eggs in the world too whether or not she actually liked that. It could not be helped but one could hope that those bad eggs would steer clear. Only time would tell though. She merely grazed in these moments now though. Waiting perhaps though she appeared without interest to the world around her and only to the blades beneath her hooves. Replies: