Lifting her head to the sky, Pacific Rim let her ears fall back against her mane as the wind whipped and howled around them. The storm creeped its way into the Bay and coated her frame in its cold grasp as her tail billowed out behind her. If the mare could ever look like a well known cartoon without the right coloring, she would be standing like Spirit here at the start of the ocean. Her soft eyes were closed and her body just leaned into the howling wind as she thought briefly over many things. Her white ticked fur fluttered in the wind and soon enough, the sound of thunder had her eyes opening again and setting her blue gaze upon Fell.
At the first strike of lightning, Pacific Rim let out a nicker that was thick in tone. She was ready for this life of her’s to continue, but for now she would enjoy this moment like no other as she faced her stallion full on and lowered her head. She knew he could hear her and soon enough her voice cracked out as the rain began pouring down around them and soaking their fur.
“My… My name is Pacific Rim.” Came her cracking voice. Her soft eyes grew hard as she coughed, her body almost shivering with hatred to her own voice. Closing her lips, the mare looked at her feet before she let her head raise again and allow the rain to cleanse her face of worry. Salt no longer licked at her skin as the rain worked on washing away the oceans spit back from the storm. Scars that were once hidden by fluffy fur were once again on display to the stallion that brought Pacific Rim to these lands. She lived here, was nowhere near as trained as the rest on these islands in their ways, but she would learn in due time what would be coming her way if she continued to train.
“I am sorry I have not spoken until now, my king.” There, her voice cracked like a broken board as she let her voice ruin the calmness that filled her heart. Fell, in Pacific Rim’s eyes, was her king. Smart and dark in color, but he was wise even if he she would guess could be a bit rash. Looking away from him entirely, she stared at the sky as her mane and tail billowed out behind her sideways frame like a cape that could not wait to escape.
PACIFIC RIM
mare | 16hhs | blue roan overo | of the bay
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