Time had passed since Pacific Rim came to the Bay with Fell. Her game of tag with the black stallion had been fun and there had been no need for words which she was also thankful for. Her sixteen hand frame was going towards the fall filled out with her body beefed up with age coming closer to her. This year that was coming she would turn four years old. It was crazy to think that she had been on the islands for two years almost and it had a feeling of happiness coating her heart? She was not used to feeling emotions and it had her eyes looking towards the ocean that was calling out to her, her name almost a whisper on the crashing waves lips. She was thankful to be away from the Crossing now though. She had went there for it had been the first island she had seen but now she was in a place that had the security of a stallion leading it. Pacific Rim was not sure what else there were for islands and herds, but she considered herself lucky being in Fells band.
Slowly padding along the land, Pacific Rim took herself to where the ocean touched her hooves in almost a loving embrace. The sea wind whipped her mane and tail all around and she smiled at the cloudy sky. It spoke of a storm and she was excited to see what would come her way with it. Pacific Rim held no real hope that it would hit the island considering how far out the dark and nasty clouds were, but her thunderous heart begged for thunder to come to the Bay. She could use the rain against her white ticked coat and show the pink skin under the large overo markings her body held. With her being so colorful, Pacific Rim was an easy thing to see when predators were around, but she had not seen anything to make her worry thus far in all honesty. She knew there were foals on other lands, but she did not have one of her own to care for this year and she was thankful for that simple fact as she basked in the storm wind.
Turning her head to look behind her, Pacific Rim wondered if Fell would come from what kept his busy to just relax for a while. She had not really spoken to many others in the Bay and she knew that needed to change, but she was more of a silent force. With more training she could be deadly force for him, but that would take time that was currently not on her plate. There was no one here to spar with and she was not about to get her herd boss to spar with her just to take the edge off. Her scars lining her body spoke she had some experience, but she guaranteed that others on these islands could best her. It would take more training for sure, but for now she would be thankful that she was safe from the grasp of other stallions. If Fell could hold the Bay, what would make it to where he could not hold a large mare? She saw part of him when she followed to this Bay and she wondered just what was hiding under the stallions black as night coat.
PACIFIC RIM
mare | 16hhs | blue roan overo | of the bay
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