Silence clung onto the air, the winter's wind causing air to billow from rounded nostrils. Sea blue eyes glare into the distance, but no sound leaves the mouth in which they lay dormant. Muscles quiver under the snow, but the long winter coat fends off most of the cold winter air as a tall beast leans onto three legs more than all four. The scars blend in some, but most are a striking contrast to the blue roan of this mares coat. Her long mane lays in tangles around her neck, but the muscling of her neck and shoulders proves to be almost too thick for the straggly strands to cover much of what lay beneath.
Hearing hooves upon the snow dusted ground, the mare turns her head to see that of a black, tall, and feathered stallion. His body is large, built for power in a way her feminine frame could never really achieve. However, it was the ripped ear and the whicker he gives that had her full undivided attention. She's used to stallions, many being harsh and enjoying the game of forcing her in any direction they pleased. However, this stallion plays a different game altogether. Her mind is slightly thrown off, her normal attitude flickering back a second as he comes closer, no words, no sound, just letting her sniff and share breaths with him to inhale his scent to her memory.
Upon closer inspection and his frame being closer, the mare lets out a squeal as he arches back and rears. A right front hoof strikes out at the snow covered ground as her neck arches to where her chin almost touches her chest. He was knew, he was almost frightening… he was a raw undiluted male. Her blue eye blinks as she takes him in, her tail lashing as her ears perk. Most mares in this situation would either pin their ears or whirl around to give a powerful hind kick, but she was intrigued and she wondered what was on his mind.
So, she stood there. Her neck arched, ears forward, and her breath leaving her face in clouded puffs. She wanted to know more, but she would not speak first if ever. From what she had just seen, this stallion was low on words if he had any at all and honestly, that pleased her. Words were lies and actions spoke louder than the lies that escaped ones lips. If she were to live forever with the silence of just quiet company, she would be happy.
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