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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

than blood in the heart

F E U E R H E R Z A

the innocently playful feuerhertza wasn’t terribly experienced in some aspects of life but she is surprisingly well rounded for someone with her disability. life had dealt her struggles and joys aplenty, frustration with her inability to communicate as others did chief among the struggles… but she faced her challenges bravely and wholeheartedly, not dwelling on that which would not serve her in the future.

she had suffered no serious traumas, no heartbreaking or earth shattering losses…. though the recent death of her mother was painful, but she had known the end was near and thought of it as a blessing for her sweet mother’s suffering to be over. her energy, a continuous well that never seemed to try up for very long, seemed to attract others… the spirited mare had done her fair share of flirting…. though never attracting any serious suitors. that didn’t bother her too much. she reveled in her freedom.

as the young stallion tips his head curiously when she can only nod in response and hertza can almost see the gears turning in his head. she bobs her head gently but steadily as he works toward the conclusion and then gives another more emphatic nod when he guesses correctly. his next statement has her tipping her own head questioningly, if she could raise her eyebrows she would. as it is she can hardly keep from rolling her eyes… he didn’t mind if she was mute? well what a miracle. thank goodness her muteness didn’t offend him… the fiery friesian mare is used to being excluded, sometimes, because of her disability… obviously if someone is looking for a conversation she wasn’t always their first choice… but she was rarely embarrassed by it.

she wasn’t embarrassed now, nor particularly offended luckily… and so, after a brief hesitation, she extends her own elegant muzzle to exchange breaths. it feels good, after the swim in the briny water, to be groomed and she offers to do the same for a moment… but it isn’t long before she feels too restricted by their proximity. with a sly smirk she reaches up and gives a lock of his mane a playful yank before bouncing off at a trot, curious to see if he was up to her game.



|mare . black . friesian . 5 years . 17 hh . mute|

|daughter of hjarta hlustandi| kafkaesque|

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