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Mare :: Equine :: 16 HH :: 5 years ~ Birdsong Buff: NOVICE

Wild.

01-03-2014, 01:54 AM

Hooves sinking into the sand, she walked on peacefully, the chilly breeze causes her long, sorrel locks to dance with it. The wind ruffles her thick coat, she is now immune to the cold, her instincts had kicked in and told her body to grow a thick coat, so she did what her instincts told her, and within weeks she had a nice coat of warm fur. Lonely, she wonders the region where blue waves crash against dark grey rocks. The wind causes the beautiful clay creation to thump against her fuzzy chest, along with Tue ebony stranded hair. Breifly, she thinks of the beautiful Illynx that had gifted her the locks of her midnight tail, a token. With a slight smile she walks on, also thinking of the Stallion that had saved her life none but a few days ago.

Antie walked by her side, translucent and visible to others, she was virtually the only friend that Abishia had, other than Comanche and Tangere of course. With nothing to do, she drug her hooves in the sand, purposely creating shapes. Halting, she cocked her head. An idea struck her, and she trotted over to an area where there was plenty of drift wood that had been surfaced by the feirce waves. With giddy steps and a delighted smile, she picked out a thin twig, and grasped it in her kissers. She then jogged back to the area where she had made the shapes before, and started to draw. A shaky horn is what she drew, the thing she had always wanted. Stepping back, she analyzed her work with a smile, and stepped back in for a few details. Slower now, she added spirals with her silled lips. Satisfied, she moved on. Looking around, she spotted a shell. Walking up to it, she peered, adoring the shape and lines it had. Next to it, she picked up her small twig and re-created the little gem in the sand, working her lips to move the stick in many swirls and lines. She stepped back again, observing what she had created. It was a little scribbly, but would become great with practice. She giggled, noticing her potential.