with lips like poison; Posted on September 14, 2013 at 05:05:49 PM by Crusæ
The seasons have changed but it did not drench the fire that grew in her belly. It did not change the fact that a dirty stallion with no manners had bred her so. This was why she hated men and only used them when she saw fit. Men were the same, they get a little loving and then they leave. Brutes, she snorts, nostrils flaring. If they could play some poor little damsel like that then so could she. She'd been so tempted to the same to the guy who managed to subdue her and put his spawn in her, but it seemed that he had vanished. Another thing that set her off was the fact she was going to be left alone to take care of a kid. Just great.
After moping in the falls for a bit, she knew she couldn't and just wouldn't stand around and as if he'd pop up, so without much thought, she was plunging into the cold water, her inky black coat soaked to the bone whenever her hoofs met the sand of the next island. Perhaps she'd explore each one, discover who or what lived where and return home to the falls. She was not here to make friends. Shaking herself out, the appy mare steps into a slow trot, legs rising and falling gracefully with each step , water falling off her winter coated body. She really wasn't one for show but it seemed to be the only way to warm up. With her long leg's she covered the distance between the ocean and the tree line, twisting around the trees until her body was sheltered from the cold winds of the morning. Letting her head drop forward, she rubs it along a black leg, teeth soon working at an itch. She liked this alone type of thing, no worries on who'd be coming up on her to annoy her to death. Leaning against the rough bark of a tree, she eagerly rubs against it, hoping for the salt to fall of her. Replies: