Posted on March 27, 2013 at 04:22:33 AM by O W L
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| The young filly and her sooty counterpart weren’t the only ones to linger on the fringes of the herd – although ‘lingering’ and ‘fringes’ would be putting the dappled mare’s association with the herd simply. Since her initial appearance in the forest much earlier in the year, and her encounter with Serenity, the dark-skinned woman had wandered far and wide across the islands. Her dark, inquisitive gaze was full to brimming each day and her fuzzy, fox-like ears were constantly at full attention to catch any shred of information that drifted her way. She had taken special care to keep to herself, and as such, much of her newfound wisdom was exceedingly limited.
She stood now, dark eyes once again curious as she watched the herd going about its daily routine – that is, moved in a disjointed fashion in the same relative direction, mares breaking off occasionally to carry out their own business before wandering back again. The brown mare missed being part of a herd, missed it quite terribly in fact, and as she noticed a few bodies drifting closer together and heard the faint rumble of voices rise through the moss-muffled forest, she abandoned her perch. As she moved closer, she noted the formerly illusive, rusty-coated stallion as one of the group. She had caught glimpses of him periodically as she had made her round trips back into the forest before taking flight to a new island. She moved slowly and cautiously toward the small group, ears flickering back and forth on her poll as she attempted to keep track of her surroundings and hone into the small conversation that had already sprung up. She paused a fair distance away from the stallion, filly, and mares – easily within speaking distance, but well out of harm’s way, should any of the herd decide she was officially unwanted. A soft nicker of greeting rippled from the mare’s tawny nostrils as she lowered her head, her body posture dropping to a tense, but submissive stance as she faced the small group. Her gaze caught momentarily on Serenity and a wave of relief washed over her as a smile and nod of greeting was placed in the spotted bay’s direction. mare. connemara mix. five. seal brown. 13.3 hh. |
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- "The crude mortality of man." - By vercingetorix March 29, 2013 at 04:40:06 PM
- Burn the {land} and boil the {sea} - By .serenity. March 30, 2013 at 01:55:46 AM
- and then suddenly she was alone - By Costello April 1, 2013 at 06:26:43 AM
- safe from being real. - By dresden. April 1, 2013 at 10:37:10 PM
- falling from grace on silver wings - By OWL April 3, 2013 at 11:24:07 PM
- Burn the {land} and boil the {sea} - By .serenity. April 5, 2013 at 03:41:38 AM
- "The crude mortality of man." - By vercingetorix April 6, 2013 at 08:57:32 PM
- x. - By vercingetorix May 2, 2013 at 11:43:02 PM
- "The crude mortality of man." - By vercingetorix April 6, 2013 at 08:57:32 PM
- Burn the {land} and boil the {sea} - By .serenity. April 5, 2013 at 03:41:38 AM
- falling from grace on silver wings - By OWL April 3, 2013 at 11:24:07 PM
- safe from being real. - By dresden. April 1, 2013 at 10:37:10 PM
- and then suddenly she was alone - By Costello April 1, 2013 at 06:26:43 AM
- Burn the {land} and boil the {sea} - By .serenity. March 30, 2013 at 01:55:46 AM
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