Post by bronze on May 17, 2011 20:31:01 GMT -5
Bronze galloped gracefully through lands which were unknown to her. She had no particular intentions in mind of where she was going, but the absence of light and void feeling of these lands drew her in. Her head bobbed with each movement, and her muscles rolled smoothly beneath her obsidian colored coat. Bronze's long legs extended and then curled under her 16.2 hand frame as she ascended through foreign territory. The essa's hooves made contact with the ground, and the stereotypical clattering noise of hooves made itself known. One viewing the lady could clearly see all the scars and markings that were etched in her body from past encounters and situations. There was little hope that these wounds would heal completely, but they didn't matter to Bronze anymore. They were a symbol of how far she'd come, how she had made her own way in this sad, pathetic world. This lady was a lovely sight to behold in most respects, she was a a manifestation of a glorious creation coming to fruition. But she was not a delicate flower to hold and to cherish and to pamper. Bronze was a fierce and spiteful demoness. She tormented others used them for her own devices. Bronze was an independent spirit, one that there is no chance of changing her back into what she used to be. That life that she had once had is in the past, and Bronze has no reason to go back.
When Bronze arrived at the solitary entrance to the lands, the lady slowed to a stop. Her scarred legs lifted highly and her cloven hooves danced along the dying ground. The Friesian mare stood watching her surroundings, and her almond brown eyes held many emotions. They gleamed with malice, a sort of sadistic delight, and courage. The stink of rotting corpses was nothing new to her, and when it permeated her nostrils, she only snorted mildly. No wonder she had been drawn here, this was a place that Bronze could feel welcome at. There were no snotty light horses here and no irresolute neutrals here either. Heck, at the moment, the essa couldn't trace any fresh scents of any others around. However, this mare wasn't naive. The scent of a stallion that had claimed these lands was apparent, though it seemed to be a few days past. Perhaps he'd gotten afraid and left to live with more weaker, insolent horses. Pity, he didn't know what he was missing.
Bronze shrugged lightly and walked into the lands, uninvited. She was prepared for any surprises, but that didn't stop her from entering. Bronze being Bronze did whatever she darned well pleased, and didn't care about what others thought. The lady walked at a moderate pace, flicking her long, silky tail behind her frame. Bending to peer into the well, Bronze sampled the only available water source, the well. She gave a quick test lick at the discolored liquid and smacked her lips in question of the taste. For some odd reason, it wasn't that repulsive. The mare dipped her muzzle back into the water, and quieted her thirst well enough.
When Bronze arrived at the solitary entrance to the lands, the lady slowed to a stop. Her scarred legs lifted highly and her cloven hooves danced along the dying ground. The Friesian mare stood watching her surroundings, and her almond brown eyes held many emotions. They gleamed with malice, a sort of sadistic delight, and courage. The stink of rotting corpses was nothing new to her, and when it permeated her nostrils, she only snorted mildly. No wonder she had been drawn here, this was a place that Bronze could feel welcome at. There were no snotty light horses here and no irresolute neutrals here either. Heck, at the moment, the essa couldn't trace any fresh scents of any others around. However, this mare wasn't naive. The scent of a stallion that had claimed these lands was apparent, though it seemed to be a few days past. Perhaps he'd gotten afraid and left to live with more weaker, insolent horses. Pity, he didn't know what he was missing.
Bronze shrugged lightly and walked into the lands, uninvited. She was prepared for any surprises, but that didn't stop her from entering. Bronze being Bronze did whatever she darned well pleased, and didn't care about what others thought. The lady walked at a moderate pace, flicking her long, silky tail behind her frame. Bending to peer into the well, Bronze sampled the only available water source, the well. She gave a quick test lick at the discolored liquid and smacked her lips in question of the taste. For some odd reason, it wasn't that repulsive. The mare dipped her muzzle back into the water, and quieted her thirst well enough.
