IMMACULATE; adjective : free from flaws or mistakes; perfect.

There was one thing in the world that I was not, that stood out, I was far fro immaculate. I had more than a few flaws. Mute, small, and well, just all around not-the-prettiest-flower. I felt plain, mainly because of my flaws, no one ever saw me for who I really was. As for looks, I may be a bit flashy, but that wasn’t who I was on the inside. I doubted anyone ever looked and tried to figure it out on their own. I felt more than out of place here, within the forest. I belonged to Braylen, but I felt as if I couldn’t find a way to bond with anyone within the lands. I had made a bit of a friend with the large painted mare, she had helped me stave off a few wolves who had tried to attack us. But since then I had been on my own. I had seen glimpses of everyone every so often, but no one knew me, I didn’t even think Braylen really wanted me here. At least it felt that way, since I had been pretty much pushed at him by his father.

A sigh slipped soundlessly from my lips as I stood in the tall grasses, my sage-green eyes watching the ocean rolling out before me. The world of the forest rolled on by me most days. And today was no different. The snow fell slowly, drifting in and out, the wind catching it just right every once in a while, whisking it this way, or that. It swilred around in circles in some places, when two different wind gusts would meet, causing a cyclone effect with the snow. It was Immaculate, pristine and more than perfect. At least, where no other had walked, it was. The shore was clear of snow, as the water temperature was warmer than the snow, melting it as soon as the waves would roll onto the beach, melting it away in an instant.

For now, I watched the stormy sea, watching the snow fall around me, just, listening to the sounds of the world go on around me.



isobel ; three ; mustang, brumby, appy mix ; snowcapped dunskin roan ;

female ; mute ; 14.3 hh ; forest

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