Posted on April 27, 2021 at 01:36:24 AM by Corona
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She hated all the constant changes happening in her home. When Sayyida brought her here, she knew she was meant to paint the sandy dunes with her hooves and forever taste the wind in her mane, but the heriarchy kept changing and she felt like she was losing the blocks that made this place home. Yes, the dunes were still there to welcome her flying hooves and the wind was still there to challenge her to race. The sun still warmed her back and the trees held out their arms, ever ready to shade her when she needed a break. Yet her wandering eyes kept looking for the brothers that called this place home. She looked for Sayyida, her friend. She looked for Sidika's son, who she hadn't seen since the death of his mother. It was still so overwhelming for the grey mare, and now a new leader had taken over, a stranger. It was obvious that Arabian blood ran in the black mare's veins who cried out in claim of the Dunes, but Corona hadn't approached her yet in person and she wanted to remedy that. If she truly wanted to make this place her forever home, she needed friends and that feeling of a herd to keep her complacent, keep her from the tide of loneliness that threatened to overcome her when she looked around and saw nothing but sand. Corona was still haunted by that stallion standing over Sidika's motionless corpse. She didn't think she'd ever be able to wash that image from her mind. She trembled at the very mention of it, shaking her head to brush it aside as she trotted across the dunes. It didn't take her long to find the black mare who stood out like a beacon in all the gold and white. The filly at her side, was a surprise, but not an unpleasant one. It only reminded the grey mare of Sidika's son and she scowled in worry for the boy, hoping he was alright, wherever he'd run off to. Heaving a sigh, she called out with a nicker to announce her presence before trotting toward the two figures. Her small ears pricked forward and her tail lifted behind her, swaying like a banner as she approached, only slowing when she got a few feet away. Dipping her head in greeting and respect, she offered a smile. "Hello. I don't believe we've officially met. I'm Corona." Good a start as any, right? Corona_mare_6yo_Arabian mutt_14hh_dapple grey coat (black base)_white mane & tail_brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Dunes photo by Olga_i@Shutterstock |
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