Posted on February 18, 2012 at 11:29:41 PM by EVALINE
The cremello stud had plagued her thoughts for far too long. He had left, just up and abandoned her. It wasn't the first time, either. Twenty One was a creature of habit, a man of inner turmoil, a rage he seemingly could not get a lid on. And whenever outside circumstances grew too messy or too foul, he just disappeared. His most recent disappearance, although it being weeks ago now, still left a foul taste in the sun kissed femme's mouth. She scoured these islands in a desperate heat, constantly searching for her next suitor. The mare had no problem meeting men, her pristine looks, even at an age that was nearer to double digits rather than young adulthood, still very much made her an eye catcher. The problem lied in the type of men she was meeting. Most strewed away from her when she came on too strong, her compliments too forward or her need to touch too grand to not give into. And those that were tickled by her sultry behavior were creepy, at best. To say Evaline was frustrated was an understatement. Rage bubbled underneath her blonde skin, and with every step she took, she cursed Twenty One's name. She cursed having ever met the stupid stallion, for having ever trotted over to him to spark their reunion here on the islands, and having decided to woo him over anyone else and live in the God forsaken Hills. Everything had crumbled, her entire plan, her future, it was all gone the moment he left. She thought of the slimy, pathetic excuse for man whom now dwelled over the Hills. Baron, or something stupid like that. What a waste of space. But they all were. Each and every man she'd met thus far. For reasons unknown to her, Evaline returned to Salem. She braved the ocean's depths, which she'd grown to hate so much, and returned to the desert terrain. The mare had no plan, no home, and no one to keep her warm at night. But something inside of her had told her to return. She was smart enough than to go out looking for Twenty One. If he didn't want to be found, she knew he wouldn't be. But why the fuck would she want to see him after all of this anyway? Fuming, the palomino mare took long and struggling strides through the quick-to-give-away sands. Sweat began to dot her glistening coat, dampening it's gloss along her neck, shoulders and chest. Where the hell was she? 
8 | Arabian X Quarter Horse X Morgan |14.2 | Palomino |
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- I May Be Shy, But I Have A Big Heart - By Niord February 19, 2012 at 04:04:42 PM
- I am the razor in the hands of God; - By EVALINE February 20, 2012 at 04:42:12 PM
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