Pacific’s Uprising
mare | 16.0hhs | blue roan overo | of the bay
There is a story as old as time passed down from generation to generation. He was about a big bad wolf and a girl in a red riding hood. No one payed attention to it much anymore, but it had captured the pure innocence of a little mind and begged a simple question of, “what if the wolf wasn't so bad after all?”
Standing in a dark part of a forest was a blue equine with white hairs littering every part of their figure. The animals eyes were a dark brown that was as rich as spring soil fresh from winter, but the golden streaks reflected in their depths were not as innocent. Lightning flashed in the sky, a distance away and unable to reach the horses body. The inky yellow streaks were mesmerizing, but the fur standing on end showed that the air was thick with electric current.
Huffing a breath with a two toned nose dipped, the blue roan overo tilted her body from where she had been standing in the dark with a smile on her face. Summer was strong and held a warmth she enjoyed, but her young body was not the best at knowing the seasons of the world. This horse was young and had many questions, but no words left her lips as she bounded through the land and raced against the simple strand of time.
Pushing her lean legs forward, the horse ran with the wind whipping through her mane and dragging it in a flashy display against her neck. Dirty and other debris flew from her black and tan hooves, but their sound could not be heard over the lions roar of thunder and it had her vibrant chocolate eyes dancing with glee. The shine in their depths was no longer yellow, but Pacific’s Uprising as she was named was going for her destiny even if she was still under a year old.
Careening around bends in her trail and trees in her way, Uprising soared higher up the bay until she was on a knoll that overlooked her home. It wasn't high as the peak or as low as the lagoon, but she felt like she was on top of the world. Her front legs lifted off of the ground and struck at the air in front of her, showing how proud of a creature she already was against a storm. Most horses would have ran for cover in the dark of the night, but she found herself transfixed in pushing the storm away or just calling it to her and embracing it.
Standing on her hind legs, the young horse felt the ground rumble under her frame as the storm drew closer to her position. Her eyes gleamed with that knowledge and when she sent her own scream into the storm, Uprising knew it would take a miracle for someone to hear her over the booming land. She wanted to taste the storm, to feel it. The ripping wind was not enough for her just yet, but when the rain finally came with an even louder boom of thunder, the filly was excited beyond measure.
Landing back on all four hooves, the blue roan overo laughed finally with her back legs leaving the ground in a crow hop. The storm was upon her finally and with one last scream into the clouds, the storm child vanished as lightning struck the ground near her and sent her world into a blazing glare of white, yellow, and black spots.
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