Let me spin you a small story [MARTYR] Posted on March 31, 2025 at 02:44:00 AM by Poem
The night is young. Early evening. It is that mid stage right before it becomes twilight. The sounds of crickets and humming insects thick in the wilds. Beautiful sounds of nature. She wades through the edges of the pool of ripples. The water is cool to her hocks but it feels wonderful really. Those eyes glistened on the water as she studied her reflection. Those lily pad colored eyes staring back at her. Her eyes. A rich but medium green that defined her expressions so very well. Pretty she had always thought. They made her stand out. Made Poem unique. Not something she had ever minded. A soft chuckle fell from her lips as she spoke softly to herself.
"They'll never say I wasn't still beautiful. You can't tell me otherwise." Poem whispers this softly to herself. She smiles still but shakes her chiseled pink nose just a little. The pretty palomino roan was a looker for sure. Curled, chiseled ears. Just a little bit of her father in her. He was the Marwari part of her. The rest was clearly her mother. An American Paint Horse with a cream and white coat much like her own. Different though. Poem didn't have the white in patches like her mother. No, Poem had white hairs mixed into the cream that was the golden wheat of her coat. It made her appear much paler than she was. Painted solid and pale against pink flesh. A beautiful sight to see and on long legs too. Sturdy and rugged but oh so stunning.
No, Poem couldn't be told any different of it. She was beautiful and she knew it. She wasn't afraid to shout it to the world if ever the moment be needed. Poem knew when to hold her tongue though. Rather than sound conceited. Of which the pretty; social mare is definitely not. A very caring and compassionate creature. Poem is courageous too though and very bold. She takes after her mother a lot there. Very social creature whom and taught her daughter well. Poem pulls from her thoughts to herself then, gently dipping her muzzle to the cool liquid. She took in a few good swallows before pulling her head up from the water so that those lily pad green eyes could soak in the sight around her once more. It was beautiful how twilight took over the land in a different way. It was very pretty. Mesmerizing one might call it.
Poem had a shimmer of delight in those green eyes. Ears swivel to catch the sound of a few birds chittering to one another as they flew back to their nest. One would then see the curled tips of her ears. How they made her unique. Made her a little more different than most others roaming around she imagines. Replies: There have been no replies.