With the storm coming her way, Pacific Rim let her body relax into its pull. Her long dark mane slowly danced around her like that of a mermaid underwater before she turned to face Fell. The storm began to throw lightning down onto the ocean near them, but she did not wish to move. She was far too happy to just stand there with a faint smile lining her lips, her ears perking faintly to listen to his broken voice. He was broken, like her, but also differently. They both had their histories that were behind them, but neither would ever speak on them she figured. She herself would rather hide from her past then ever face it head on at this point.
Feeling him rest his chin on her withers, the mare faintly shifted so that he was more comfortable. Her scar lined body takes the brunt of the rain, its thundering tap against her back comforting. She liked the storm and when the thunder broke out over head, she just tucked her ears and faintly rested her forehead against his neck. She was curled around him in that moment, like a half moon searching for its other piece, but she was happy. The blue roan warrior mare found her home with Fell, even if she was just a lowly mare. If he ever needed a guard, it would not take much for him to ever ask her to take that roaming and protecting position.
PACIFIC RIM
mare | 16hhs | blue roan overo | of the bay
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