her mind wasn’t made up about this place. it seemed chaotic and messy, something she despised. so far the only sense she could get was that the breeding season was causing havoc on the main island. clumps of mares were littered here and there, some having been approached by stallions and others cautiously holding their ground. everyone mucking about like children in a schoolyard… she could only stand and watch, scoffing every now and again at the reckless behavior she observed. she found the crossing too exposed, the meadow too busy, so she settled for the falls.
she stuck out like a sore thumb, though she would never admit it to anyone else. it is the first time she has felt so out of place. her kind was rare, and she came from a family of purists so to speak. she towered above many here, standing a solid 17 and a half hands, and was an imposing figure all in black. she had always been proud of that, not a speck of white hair to be found. and she kept clean, hating disorder and uncleanliness. what truly set her apart, however, was her highly convex face. it made her proud, to display the years of fine breeding and impeccable quality of her blood. she struck an imposing, if not the slightest bit strange, figure standing at the edge of the clearing around the falls..
her large dark eyes watch with veiled curiosity as two male figures leisurely stroll into view. her vantage point is out of the way, shadowed and safe from any potential threats, though she has little fear. any male who tried to coerce her to do anything against her will would regret it. she is the picture of fortitude. iron in body and spirit and has a temper that would make a dragon look kittenish. it is this temper that leads her to mingle for the first time with any from the islands.
casual observation turns into piqued interest as a small bay mare falls pitifully to her knees before the two stallions. it is pathetic really, and normally she wouldn’t bother but something pulls at her heartstrings and before she can stop herself she is trotting toward the threesome briskly. she draws close enough just in time to hear the painted stallion utter several rude remarks. his laughter boils her blood and her ears slick back as she hurries toward him. the mare is a klutz, its easy to see, and she crumbles weakly before these boys but it still isn’t fair. and she can’t stand to see these blond idiots to have the last laugh. her voice is strong and clear as she scoffs at the two,
trochu prosťáček…you are filth to pick on someone who has trouble as this. Je to legrační , že je odporná ?
her broken english doesn’t trouble her as she draws close and attempts to shove him forcefully with her round nose, hoping he will stumble as the petite mare before him did. let us see who laughs then.
