why do we look to our stars?
Starfire exhaled a breath she didn't even know she'd been holding in as the light, spotted stallion slowly approached her. She squared herself, ready for anything. The spitfire never took any chances anymore. Her body was covered in scars that one could only see if they were close enough to her, and in order to be close enough to see them, she had to allow them into her space. WHich meant she had to trust them and at this time the beautiful Warlander did not trust anyone. Her rather large hooves for her frame moved forward, drawing her closer to the stranger, sinking lightly into dark sand as she walks slowly, her dainty ears flick to catch his voice. She halts only about ten feet away from him. Her deep, almost black eyes watch him closely as if she was waiting for him to strike out. She was ready to fight back if she needed to. However, curiosity got the better of her and she relaxed, if only for a moment as he seems to around her. If he wasn't frightened or angered by her than she should be amicable too. This must be his land, then. She deduced internally. The buckskin mare shifted her weight, the sand giving gently beneath her, obviously under her heavier frame.
Nephilim. She sounds it out on her tongue. A slow smile crosses her face, but does not reach her dark mahogany eyes. She takes a minute to process his spoken thoughts before replying in her own words. This is a skill she is not used to, but she knew when to play it safe. or maybe this is exactly where I need to be... Her soft vocal purring is but a whisper on the wind as she gazes around the stallion, to the wide expanse of the bay, surrounded by trees and grass and water. Her thick, wavy, black mane and tail still being gently played with by the soft, hot breeze that surrounds them coming from the waters. Her tail suddenly twitches, smacking her hocks sharply to rid herself of an annoying fly. She is not sure what to make of this guy. He seems polite enough, but she never could be sure. He also seemed smooth and could be putting on a front, so until he proved her otherwise, she would be on guard. She was always on guard.
STARFiRE
when the answers we seek come from within
15.3 hand, five year old female buckskin warlander of Tink
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