if i was you, i'd wanna be me, too ;) Posted on July 4, 2023 at 07:04:06 AM by Vogue
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The mare looked out over the expanse of grassland feeling equal parts excitement and uneasiness. The last few weeks had been... interesting to say the very least. The very nerve of her father to think that she would willingly subject herself to that travesty of an existence! Her darkly rimmed ears twitched at the passing thought.
With the irritation fresh in her blood like salt in a wound, the maiden trotted forward briskly. She stuck to the outer edge of the meadow at first before wandering a little more inland. Perhaps the girl sought to distract her wandering mind. However, without any passersby to talk to or anything other than grass to look at, it was proving pointless.
Her tail lashed out against her hocks cantankerously. The white and sparse black tips swatted at imaginary bugs. That was a relief at least! The second good thing to come out of leaving. Arching her neck defiantly, the Saddlebred mare rolled her eyes and slowed into an easy walk. The first good thing had been that she didn't end up being the latest (and youngest) mare for a horribly brutish stallion old enough to have three hooves in the grave
-- and smelled like it, too.
It wasn't something her father really had a choice in. To ensure their protection -- *cough cough blackmail* -- her sire, their herd's leader, had to give up a daughter of the other's choice. Being the youngest and arguably the loveliest of his daughters, Vogue was the obvious choice.
Though it had been a HUGE wtf moment when her long-awaited so-called "perfect suitor" and "answer to her dreams" promises and build-up from her father her whole life ended up being such a letdown. Dude was practically a bag of bones (and grossly touchy), and he was supposed to be her prince? Her everything? Live and breathe by? Do and die for?
Yeahhh, I think the fuck not.
So, the bay maiden dipped, letting the duty fall to one of her older sisters. And here she was, chillin' on a hillside. The world was her oyster now though! That thought excited her. Vogue never really had true control of her life, of her options, and now she did. Aha: the third good thing now!
With a content sigh, the bay tobiano stopped and took stock of her surroundings. The grass was still long from summer. Autumn's fade would come though; it always did. Curiously, the maiden wondered what would come her way next.