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a night to remember Posted on August 20, 2023 at 04:05:47 PM by NILFUNIEL
you wont break my soul
Her mind had zoned out with thoughts of the family she had left behind. It wasn’t as if she would never see them again. The circumstances of her family were much like her ideals, constantly moving. Herds would find a territory and settle there. The borders well protected from intruders. Nilfuniel couldn’t fathom her family staying sedentary as expected, they were nomadic. Despite Nilfuniel branching out on her own (like most of the family does), they were always near her certain times in a year. Nilfuniel was grateful as she knew those that traveled like her didn’t have such a privilege.
The smell of rain was on the tip of her muzzle still. There would no doubt be snowfall later. Nilfuniel didn’t mind much, honestly winter was one of her favorite seasons. She used to lay in it as a child, the white on her body disappearing in the snow. Her dam always scolded her that she was hard to find that way. Nilfuniel could say the same when her dam’s coat would hit the sun.
Here thoughts gave way when her ears picked up a low nicker. Her blue eyes focused on the approaching stallion. Nilfuniel had a way of judging those who approached her. Just a split second observation so she could respond accordingly. This one seemed respectful, gave her time to decide if she wanted company or not. Most would canter right up, try stake their claim with a good nip and send her on her way. To say she wasn’t used to such a calm introduction was an understatement.
She’d usually be a bit sassy, have a bit of a venom on her tongue so they would know that she wasn’t just a mare they could do what they pleased with. Though today she would be a bit calmer, a bit of her usual self. She extended her neck so their muzzles could meet, he smelled a bit like flowers somehow. Her ears perked up at his voice, and her blue eyes gazed at him. His name sounded like one of importance, which she did like. “I’m Nilfuniel, thought most find that hard to pronounce” She walked a bit around him, looking at his coat and the muscles on his body. “Nils is also an option” She stopped a bit beside him, not trying to evade his space. “You’ve got a gorgeous coat Castillon, how old are you?”
NILFUNIEL
nil-fyu-nil
mare | 5 years | paint x morgan | smoky cream overo | 14.3 hh | Ee/aa/CrCr/nO | poptart