Posted on March 30, 2013 at 09:32:29 PM by Panthère
 The filly pinned back her ears and sulked among the trees with her tail tucked against her red bottom. She had gotten, once again, a scolding from her mother for something or other that she had done. She snorted. “She is always nagging me!” Panthere quietly moved farther and farther away from the sleeping form of her dam. The sun was at its highest point and her mothers sleepiest so during these moments the young girl took the opportunity to explore her home and mingle with the others. She had not had a chance to talk to her dad, no still to strange, had not had a chance to talk to Solgar since her first meeting with him earlier in the season. The filly flicked her fluffy red tail and poked her head out of the tree line to have a look around at the ocean. Panthere always had a hope that she would run into her sire on the beaches away from Winter but it had yet to happen. Blue eyes sparkled as they lighted upon the figure of a horse unknown to her just ahead. New faces were always exciting to the young lady since she had spent most of her time cooped up with a very cranky mother. A quick flick of her strawberry ears confirmed her idea to go say hello letting a lopsided smile slip onto a bone white face.
Her limbs came to a quick halt and she retreated a few steps back as at long last the blue figure of her sire came into view moving towards the buckskin. OOoohh she must be part of the herd! The painted filly nickered to Solgar as her path was quickly picked up in a hurry to get down to the pair in her long legged stride. Her nose reaches out to touch the stallions shoulder in greeting but she pulls it back before it can make contact the feeling still to foreign to her. She had just caught the words he spoke as she made her appearance and to seem relevant to the group grins up at them. “Why would anyone eat any of us? Mother says we are all to bitter in taste for the wolves that’s why we haven’t been bothered yet.” She cocks her head for a moment, “Well something like that.” Panthere looks up at the buckskin with charming blue depths. Admittedly she had been glad that the colt was not around this time, he always seemed to be glued to the roans side making it difficult to talk to him. It was hard enough with her mother keeping her under lock and key. Im just being silly, its his dad too don’t be so shell fish. The painted filly cast the roan a sideways glance trying to mimic her mothers glances at him with her pink lips set in a line and trying to make her eyebrows get all serious like she could. It was the normal way Winter looked at the others so why would she do it different? Panthère First daughter of Winter x Solgar. Click me. filly.16 hh. warmbloodxmustang. ee aa nZ nO Rr. Inlet. played by trepidation |
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