Not everyone is perfect.

The Lagoon; what a dreary wasteland it was. Nothing had really changed since the grullo woman had been born here and had once frolicked in the mud and through the trees. Wait, she was thinking of her foal self, her naive mind oblivious to her parents true feelings then. Sicily's eyes narrow at this memory, grumpily staring ahead into the dark shadows. It was only after she turned a year old did she finally get it into her head that she was not as loved as she thought she was. Her mother had taken off just as soon as she was weaned and her father always seemed to have a piece of her flesh between his teeth whenever they were around each other. There was no love, no warmth, only the cold bitter silence that had molded Sicily into what she was today.

Though maybe Sicily should be glad for her life now, her ability to keep clear of any chance of getting broken like most young little girls. Sicily thought of herself as a special case, as she had lots of baggage but not one stallion man enough to help carry it. Truthfully she hated men, but did enjoy playing with them. Possibly the only thing that could really get under her skin is if she met a better player at her game than herself, and oh yes, she has defiantly met her match which leads us to wonder why she was still sulking in the dark confines of her birth home instead of chasing down the beast that had bested her.

Well Sicily had a problem, a BIG problem. Despite her lean figure, something really stood out and as the mare shifted restlessly under her moss covered tree, the cold winds tugging at her dark locks, her large barrel swung from side to side with the life inside beating at her insides. Sicily wanted to be sick at the fact she allowed him so close, to take what she had held onto for so long but she was having mixed feelings on this.

With a little huff, and a swing of her hips away from her perch, she decided she would confront her problem once and for all. As she trudged on through the mud she hoped that she didn't fall prey to his fancy wordplay once more, knowing this time she could not blame her raging hormones if she fell at his hooves. She had to keep herself in check,

inhale, she slowly sucked in the cool air, letting her body fully relax as she walked along a dark muddy path, tensing only a little though when she scented him on the winds. Don't worry, her mind whispers, almost putting her at ease.

exhale, and she breathed out, closing her eyes and letting her legs drag her through her home.


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