A graceful lope carries the silver black Warmblood mare through the outskirts of the Commons. She moves carefully, dodging branches, holes, and rocks in an attempt to remain silent. Her wild eyes search her surroundings, her flutes moving rapidly atop her touseled crown. She wishes to rid herself of this place, the Commons, for she knows what lurks here. She has very little desire to be 'claimed' as they call it. Owned is what they meant. She says to herself silently. The gulls shriek from the sandy beach obviously disturbed by her moving through their territory but she pays them not mind. Annoyed, she hisses at them and dodges into the treeline to cut across the open territory to get to the Meadow where she knows safety awaits. Or so she intended to get there. In her haste she had averted her gaze and wasn't paying attention to what was in front of her. She collides with the object, spewing objections as she does. "HEY!" She shouts. "Watch where you're going!" She says narrowing her eyes at the beast before her. She knew it wasn't their fault but irritation bloomed in her anyways. If they wanted to, they could blame it on the season.
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