“What the actual FUCK” she muttered rather loudly to herself. It was only a couple of days ago she had been washed up in these new lands, taken away from her herd and her home, and she had yet to figure out where she was or the lay of this territory. Territories? She had seen other islands off the shore in the distance, far enough to deter her from trying to swim to them without reason but not so far away that she couldn't if she found one. For now she was meandering about where she was hoping to find... Something, or someone who could steer her in the right direction. She took a deep breath in and pinned her ears to her skull, she was pissed. She just wanted to go home, was that so much to ask? 'A-fucking-pparently' she thought as she picked up into a slow jog.
She was stocky and well muscled, her build the epitome of her cousin the Quarter Horse, although her heavily spotted body made her much flashier than her usually solid colored kin. She raised her chin a little higher at the thought; yeah, she was way better looking than any of them. 'And pretty much anyone else, too.' Self-esteem was no issue for this girl, and you could tell by her attitude and the way she carried herself with overt confidence. It oozed from her; she was always looking for a fight, always looking to be better than, to be more. In the middle of her stroking her own ego she came to the clearing where the falls were and saw another drinking from the pool. Her muzzle wrinkled and her ears went half way down as she tossed her head at... him, yes him. The scent of musky testosterone gave testimony to that. She looked him up and down, the stud mostly white with patches of color and scars all over his face. A look of disgust rather than confrontation settled onto her features as she quite rudely interrogated, “What the hell is wrong with your face?”
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