Post by xxequestrianxx on May 11, 2006 19:09:50 GMT -5
Silence. Not a sound could be heard in the distance, and not a shadow fell out of place. An eery feeling was about the place. It reflecting in the trees, their leaves either lying on the ground or brown and crumpled on their branches; in the air, which was humid and murky, seeming to whistle lowly with every chilling gust of wind; in the ground, which ever so slowly changed from the green of the grass to the dull, colorless brown dirt, packed down hard; and in the sky, which, save for the white clouds scattered here and there, was rather overcast, and had a slight reddish tint to it. It was enough to send a slight shiver down any horse's spine and set off their natural instincts to run. Even when that horse is Jeweled Treasure.
The young mare, though couragous and bold, was not stupid. No, her large, dark eyes held within them an intelligence, alongside an unmistakeable fire. She stepped tentatively, making as little noise as possible. She was sure not to allow herself to believe the idea that she was the only one about. As deserted as the lands appeared, she knew that there were stallions here and there, ready to spring at their pray. She knew exactly where she was. She was in Deceptions.
She came here, yes. She wasn't forced by some lustful stallion in need of a mare, but had come on her own accord. Rather than going to the claiming grounds and risking a light approaching her, she had come here, where she could safely believe that the horses she encountered would be darks like herself. Despite her sparkling white coat and wide, emotional-looking doe eyes, she was truly a dark. She despised her coat, though she knew that her true personality shone in her eyes for all to see.
She tread carefully, her tail clamped down tightly, her legs stiff and ready to defend their load if the time came. She wasn't here for a mate. No, she knew she wouldn't find one here. She wanted a foal. She wanted a dark stallion to breed to her, she wanted him to leave her be when his job was done, she wanted to give birth to the foal, and she wanted to raise it as she pleased. And she wanted to give it a better name than her own. Jeweled Treasure. How she despised it. It was so feminine, or at least the first word was. Yes, she would name her foal something much better than Jeweled Treasure.
The young mare, though couragous and bold, was not stupid. No, her large, dark eyes held within them an intelligence, alongside an unmistakeable fire. She stepped tentatively, making as little noise as possible. She was sure not to allow herself to believe the idea that she was the only one about. As deserted as the lands appeared, she knew that there were stallions here and there, ready to spring at their pray. She knew exactly where she was. She was in Deceptions.
She came here, yes. She wasn't forced by some lustful stallion in need of a mare, but had come on her own accord. Rather than going to the claiming grounds and risking a light approaching her, she had come here, where she could safely believe that the horses she encountered would be darks like herself. Despite her sparkling white coat and wide, emotional-looking doe eyes, she was truly a dark. She despised her coat, though she knew that her true personality shone in her eyes for all to see.
She tread carefully, her tail clamped down tightly, her legs stiff and ready to defend their load if the time came. She wasn't here for a mate. No, she knew she wouldn't find one here. She wanted a foal. She wanted a dark stallion to breed to her, she wanted him to leave her be when his job was done, she wanted to give birth to the foal, and she wanted to raise it as she pleased. And she wanted to give it a better name than her own. Jeweled Treasure. How she despised it. It was so feminine, or at least the first word was. Yes, she would name her foal something much better than Jeweled Treasure.