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Tomorrow never comes until its too late..

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04-22-2017, 10:58 PM (This post was last modified: 04-23-2017, 12:50 PM by Geneva.)


The morning was still bright and early when Geneva arrived. The bay colored mare with black mane and tail swept in to the threshold with curiosity and excitement as it was a land she had not been in before. Along with her black muzzle she had black socks that went up to the knees and hocks of her leg and from the tip of her nose to about a quarter the way up her face was black until it faded into her coppery red color. Geneva was the curious kind of soul with a touch of sass. She had no filter when it came to her mind and mouth and generally spoke first and thought later depending on the situation. It was a curse she had. Most of the time it was kept under control as she stayed silent, but there were times it couldn't be helped. It depended on the intelligence level of someone she spoke to. She hated stupid. In fact, Geneva was sure she was allergic to it because she swore her lack of filter was a reaction. Regardless, Geneva was kind and respectful ninety-nine percent of the time. The last one percent was reserved for the stupid she came across.

As Geneva strode through the forest grove she had found herself in she followed her nose that was locked on a breeze. Geneva sensed the breeze was coming through a clearing into a meadow or field of some kind so she followed it until something about her environment changed. The scent of other horses and horse like creatures was strong in this place. It was evident that the threshold had little to hide and was always abundant with life with the signs of hooves and droppings scattered about in places. Geneva was relieved she wouldn't be alone at least. These last days of her traveling was some of the loneliest she had been on for a while. The only beings she ever spoke to was the birds and even they were off doing their own thing. So to loneliness she devoted her time until it came to pass that she was no longer alone.

As Geneva reached the opening within the forest grove a smile spread across her blackened muzzle. It was nice to see the sunshine in the morning, especially when it was warming. Now that it was warming up much more it would mean the days would be much hotter. Finding places for shade during mid-day would be especially important. Finishing her walk and coming to the center of the opening Geneva took a pause to look around. Not a single horse was nearby that she could see, smell, or hear for the time being. With the scents so strong, she was sure that there had been at least someone here recently. This was the place she could find a herd to be in after all through claiming. She never liked the idea of being "claimed" but that was how the horse world worked and it was something she had accepted over time. Not only did being claimed bring her protection, it also brought particular freedoms she would not have had if she were unclaimed. It was something back and forth she always went on before joining a new herd. Call it an inner conflict of wills and desires. While she questioned the methods of certain herds, she never did so to disobey or betray. She tested to see if they were sound. Once they were then the matter was settled.

Deciding not to sit in the silence anymore, Geneva let out a little nicker at first and then a whinny to see if anyone was within earshot.

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Tomorrow never comes until its too late.. - by Geneva - 04-22-2017, 10:58 PM

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