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09-02-2014, 03:06 AM
She could still remember the shame. The gasps as she fell face first at her sister’s feet. She could remember the sound of her sister’s triumphant laughter. Most of all she could remember her mother’s sighs and turning her face away as she rose up to her feet. In the end she had fled with her tail between her leg and her head held low. There had been no reason to remain in that clan. Hippolyta was destined for greatness, she had been told that she was a suckling babe. Silently she clung to that pitiful hope that somewhere there was glory waiting for her. She clung to the potential of her own legacy that lay in lands yet to be discovered.
Today she found herself resting beside a slow running brook. She yawned as she glanced about the foreign forest. Her leonine tail swished from left to right near her ankles. Scents hung about in the air and every now and then she would catch sight of a figure off in the distance. Hippolyta wasn’t entirely sure what kind of country she had wandered into. One never knew what the inhabitants would be like. Far too many she had faced were hard driven and cruel. Multiple times she had stumbled upon stallions foolish enough to mark her as their own. They were nothing but primitive imbeciles that had been of no issue to thwart. Even if she had failed before, she was no weakling that would roll over to the whims of patriarchal pigs.
She lowered her head down to the brook and took large gulps of water before lifting her head and glancing about as unfamiliar scents wafted into her nostrils once again. Both ears pivoted against as she sensed another’s presence. Slowly she turned her head in the direction of the sound and narrowed her eyes slightly.
[Open to all! No idea where I want her to go yet so all herds and groups are welcome. Don’t tag me in future posts, please, thank you]
Today she found herself resting beside a slow running brook. She yawned as she glanced about the foreign forest. Her leonine tail swished from left to right near her ankles. Scents hung about in the air and every now and then she would catch sight of a figure off in the distance. Hippolyta wasn’t entirely sure what kind of country she had wandered into. One never knew what the inhabitants would be like. Far too many she had faced were hard driven and cruel. Multiple times she had stumbled upon stallions foolish enough to mark her as their own. They were nothing but primitive imbeciles that had been of no issue to thwart. Even if she had failed before, she was no weakling that would roll over to the whims of patriarchal pigs.
She lowered her head down to the brook and took large gulps of water before lifting her head and glancing about as unfamiliar scents wafted into her nostrils once again. Both ears pivoted against as she sensed another’s presence. Slowly she turned her head in the direction of the sound and narrowed her eyes slightly.
[Open to all! No idea where I want her to go yet so all herds and groups are welcome. Don’t tag me in future posts, please, thank you]
