Pacific’s Uprising
mare | 16.0hhs | blue roan overo | of the bay
Uprising stood there, her head lowered faintly as she scanned the ground at her hooves. The blue roan mare did not pay attention to anything around her, so when the larger horse spoke, her head jerked up just in time to see a frog splat on his face and croak in what she figured was pain. Her black tipped ears flickered faintly before she eyed the siblings that had tossed the frog. She had heard them as well, but her lips remained closed as she just watched everything unfold. Her short tail flicked against her hips for a moment, the only sign that she was frustrated.
Hearing him speak again, her eyes lift to face the stallion before she gives a faint breath. Her dark gaze flicks over to the other horses, scanning them all for a moment. They were her age she thought, but that did not mean she acted like them at all. She held no want for games, no urge to play really. She walked and watched, nothing else. If there was a storm the filly could race it, but otherwise she did nothing with the herd members unless she had to. They were trouble and obviously, she had thought right at that moment.
Shaking her head, Uprising stepped back from them all before turning away, her white spotted body moving away from the group and vanishing into the Bay once more. She had wanted to stand beside someone and enjoy their silence, but now she was once again vanishing into the Bay home of her mother and fathers.
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