What was born to the sea would be drawn to the sea. Jaws wasn’t a shark, but she may as well have been. The creature wasn’t as poorly tempered as a feral child could have been, but her mouth was full of teeth. That wasn’t her reasoning though—Jaws adored the ocean. It drew her in like a moth to flame, it called to her when she was removed from it. Especially this deeply into the summer, when the fast growing foal was bleaching out her coat and her dapples were starting to show. The ocean kept her cool, it kept her alive, it kept her going in the purest form of… well… going.
Jaws had pulled herself from the sea this afternoon in favor of finding something to drink. The salt was starting to drag the moisture from her body, pulling it out and bringing a distinct dehydrated feeling to the smoky child. She made her way across the ground with her head high, her ears pitched forward and her eyes bright. They were bright, evenly set into her face. A cute baby would grow up to make a pretty girl, maybe even resentfully so. Besides having a certain thirst in her, the filly had an unfortunate encounter this morning, and she had to tell someone about it. Rade was always an easy target for her little enterprises. She’d come into contact with a long, thin shell on the beach. It was pretty and speckled, and she’d had to touch it. Jaws wasn’t always thinking with her head, but more with her curiosity. The smoky filly had gotten quite the shock when that shell had up and poked her nose as she poked it. The creature was running about, quite alarmed as the flesh went numb. It was a cold feeling, like pins and needles. Jaws was none too pleased. There’s really no recognition to the fact that the stallion is with a mare. So long as it wasn’t her mother, she’d approach anyway. This was a pretty woman, but her eyes weren’t as bright as Jaws may have hoped. Did this guy just attract bitchy women? Still, the smoky filly surged forward, numb muzzle shoving into the roan stallion’s side. “Rade, Rade, Rade, Rade, Rade!” The filly is mumbling, the words coming quickly, as if one all strung together. “I was playing on the beach and it bit me and now I can’t feel my nose and I don’t know what to do and it kinda hurts but mostly it just feels really weird and it’s cold now.” The filly has all but ignored the mare, still poking away at the stallion with the muzzle she can’t feel. filly. smokyblack. 15.2wfg. floydxclytie. |