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09-25-2013, 02:12 AM
The tasty grass slid into her mouth, replenishing her growing hunger. Not pigging out, the lass only ate a little bit, just enough to keep her energized for the rest of the day. In the distance, another answered her earlier call. Instantly, the onyx mare's head shot up, as her emerald orbs scanned the place excitedly, wondering who came to greet her today. Audits pricked up, and butterflies twirling around in her stomach, the mare started trotting towards the whereabouts of the other horse.
The scent in the air told her it was a male, but the draft woman wasn't afraid of being taken advantage of during her travels. She may not fight, but she can sure as hell run away from danger. A slight breeze caught her mane again, flipping strands of her long hair into her eyes, somewhat bothering her. With a tiny huff, Orinthia managed to shake them out of her sight, only to have them fall back in place.
Grass slid out of her way as she slowly walked, taking a graceful step each way. The cheerful woman didn't want her company thinking she was a ridiculous klutz, despite her large size. Finally, her eyes fell upon a masculine figure, a silver dappled draft with silver orbs. What pretty colors! Flashing a bright smile, the woman trotted up to him, only stopping mere feet away from him.
Seeing he was slightly wet, Orinthia wondered where he found water. The thought of the liquid rushing down her throat now made her have an unquenchable thirst, and swallowing dryly, she turned her head and couged before she spoke. "Hello there!", her vocals were joyful, and it seemed as if she was almost singing them out to the world.
"I'm Orinthia, a lonely wanderer. Who are you?" Questioning with curiousity, the mare stared at him with wide eyes. The draft male seemed very peaceful, judging him by his calmed stance. Not a muscle was tensed in his powerful body. It must be a good sign already.
The scent in the air told her it was a male, but the draft woman wasn't afraid of being taken advantage of during her travels. She may not fight, but she can sure as hell run away from danger. A slight breeze caught her mane again, flipping strands of her long hair into her eyes, somewhat bothering her. With a tiny huff, Orinthia managed to shake them out of her sight, only to have them fall back in place.
Grass slid out of her way as she slowly walked, taking a graceful step each way. The cheerful woman didn't want her company thinking she was a ridiculous klutz, despite her large size. Finally, her eyes fell upon a masculine figure, a silver dappled draft with silver orbs. What pretty colors! Flashing a bright smile, the woman trotted up to him, only stopping mere feet away from him.
Seeing he was slightly wet, Orinthia wondered where he found water. The thought of the liquid rushing down her throat now made her have an unquenchable thirst, and swallowing dryly, she turned her head and couged before she spoke. "Hello there!", her vocals were joyful, and it seemed as if she was almost singing them out to the world.
"I'm Orinthia, a lonely wanderer. Who are you?" Questioning with curiousity, the mare stared at him with wide eyes. The draft male seemed very peaceful, judging him by his calmed stance. Not a muscle was tensed in his powerful body. It must be a good sign already.
