Posted on February 20, 2012 at 04:42:12 PM by EVALINE
From Tarrant and Reisis to Crowley and Fallo on Cimmaron. To Lyov, Hollowpoint and Blue October in the Crossing. Then Baron in the Hills. Evaline had been busy since Twenty One's departure. Nevertheless, she was tired. She was sick and tired of the get up, of the game she once loved to play with the men who drooled all around her. This game wasn't so easy now that she wasn't a four-year-old. Men were more often interested in the those in their younger years, despite the flawless looks of the aging mare, much thanks to her constant and almost obsessive upkeep strategies. All Evaline wanted was a home nowadays, a suitor dumb enough, or perhaps in love enough to place her on the pedestal where she belonged. Then she could rest easy, for once. The mare was trudging with some difficulty through the loose sands that made up the dunes. For all she knew, the mare was alone, so an ever-present scowl lay active across her features. She was tired of the burnt clay colored earth staying her delicate limbs. She could feel its particles coating inside of her esophagus with each passing breathe. What the hell was she doing here? Her movement stopped when the scent of another wafted through his clay-dipped nostrils. Chocolate orbs caught sight of the man's smaller frame as he stumbled down the dune to meet her. She stood stationary, her limbs tucked squarely underneath her as she watched with little interest as he approached. She studied his frame, it was small, and perhaps still growing. His features were childish, youthful, that of someone barely older than a mere colt. God Damnnit, she thought, rolling her eyes as his nervous gaze shot to the ground. I am not a fucking babysitter. Evaline merely snorted, cringing slightly as he dubbed her Sheila. She understood that was nothing more than a universal term for a woman, by taking not of his dialect. Even so, her unpleasant and unimpressed features remained. "I take it you're not the lead here," She spoke, watching him intently. "So why don't you beat it, kid." 
8 | Arabian X Quarter Horse X Morgan |14.2 | Palomino |
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