Goldenrod
mare | 15.0hhs | buttermilk buckskin | of the desert
How much farther was this child going to follow her? Goldenrod did not wish to be in his company and she wanted him to leave. Her hooves walked along the ocean, but never once did she try to enter the water. Instead, the buckskin mare just trotted around the edge before she heard him coming up behind her and saying something completely false. Her eyes took on a sharp note then and as he went to bite at her, she halted all forward movement.
Turning her head quickly to face the colt, Goldenrod snapped her own teeth at him with a squeal leaving her lips. “I am not trying to escape you jerk.” She hissed, her eyes holding fire as she glared at him. “If I was going to escape I would not have been found by the likes of you.” Goldenrod was doing her job of being stronger and helping the herd. She roamed the edges and kept herself out of trouble. Just because this child wanted to act all high and mighty did not mean she was trying to do something wrong.
“You should go back to your father. You can't tell left from right obviously.” She snapped, her head shaking as her black mane fell across her neck. Snorting, she faced away from him again and went to walk once more, wanting to escape him now entirely. Yet, she would not run for she had this gut feeling he would just chase her farther and farther along the beach.
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