Pacific Rim
mare | 16.0hhs |blue roan overo | of the bay
Sticking her eyes to the mare like glue, Rim scanned everything about her. She was a pretty color, but the tri-toned paint horse did not speak those thoughts out loud. Rim had seen enough damage to her life beforehand and knew that sweet words were useless when one was stolen. She had no need to be here, no real reason. She was here to scope out the trouble, to see just what she was like and to figure out if she would be leaving. Rim did not want her here, in her home. This mare brought trouble even though Fell had won fair and square, but that deep need to protect coating the roan's body as she scrutinized this mare for everything she was worth.
Hearing her words, Rim dipped her head for a moment. “I am…” She rumbled, forcing a cough to fall back into her lungs as she shook her head. “Fell.” His name was a single word, but the care Rim felt for him showed even through her dark tuned voice. The old smokers voice he carried was from the scar on her neck and years of barely any use. She would never sound as pretty as others, but Rim did not have to worry about that with Fell. She spoke in silence and movements, which was perfect for her with how she had been raised. “P… Paradise?” She questioned then, wanting to know more of the jungle she hailed from.
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