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Post by boo on Mar 31, 2009 8:02:31 GMT -5
The softest sigh Heavy steps carried the fem over the earth as she allowed the wind to caress her dial, orbs blinking against it, dials flicked forward. Nothing was bothering her at the moment, for once she felt free to roam and nip at the new grasses beneath her daggers and breathe in the air of a new spring. All over the land she could see and sense many fems and perhaps their counterparts, all, she assumed, without a home or a stallion to call their king. She had lived this way her whole life, and thought nothing of it, other than to wonder why they were like her. She didn't approach any of them, rather feeling that they would prefer to be swept away by an eager brute, and so she kept her gaze forward and did not make eye contact.
The morning mist and the sun's promise of a warm day was too much for her to handle and she kicked up her heels with delight and took off at a run, squealing at herself and feeling a bit like the child she was. At only a year old, she was still a filly, and eager to show that off. She paid no mind to the memories wavering in the back of her thoughts and let herself be carefree. Finally stopping to roll and then lay on her side comfortably as any young filly would do, she sighed contently and closed her eyes, wishing only for a moment for friendship. |
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