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Angora, witch, beauty, or any other name worked. She had been thinking about her life. She lowered his gaze at the stallion from a distance, glaring at the him, at the water, at anything her pale eyes landed upon. Ears flattening, she strode forward, towards the horse, teeth clenched together. He smelt bad. Not bad, but horrid. He smelt like the horses from the herd of the Basin. Some were racist and others weren't. Maybe he'd be a normal one. She paused when she saw it. A hellhound. What kind of shinanigans was this stallion pulling? Pacing forward, her face twisted into a flirty expression. She trotted to catch up with the stag. Her ears flicked forward. "Hello there beautiful. I see your one of the few who can manage to get a friend." Her lips curled into a beam. White pearls squeaky clean. "..And darling, may I see you are rocking those strips." She walked past him. Leaving her cloud of mystery he could follow or stay. Her hooves dug into the sand with each step. The grains rubbing her hooves with little kisses. He wasn't to bad on the eye, which was always a plus, and most likely she'd end up using her magic on him. She didn't feel the jitters she did with Loki.
The area was serene and peaceful. The waves arching into the finest white as they crashed. The wind pulling at her mane. Each spew of sand that fluttered around beaded along her fine pelt. She had sheded her coat and was silky and soft touch. Angora was built in layers. Only Loki had peeled them back, and she had worked hard putting them back. No more horses, nor animals, could peel them back. She had been loki-free and it had felt good, but she got bored. She just wanted to understand, and now she could just relax with this stallion, and if anything happened or she got bored she could just skip her way out. Who knew she’s end up here? On this beach for the second time. Two different horses. Two different moods. Where was her life going?
OOC: So crappy. So short. So stupid. -facepalm-
The area was serene and peaceful. The waves arching into the finest white as they crashed. The wind pulling at her mane. Each spew of sand that fluttered around beaded along her fine pelt. She had sheded her coat and was silky and soft touch. Angora was built in layers. Only Loki had peeled them back, and she had worked hard putting them back. No more horses, nor animals, could peel them back. She had been loki-free and it had felt good, but she got bored. She just wanted to understand, and now she could just relax with this stallion, and if anything happened or she got bored she could just skip her way out. Who knew she’s end up here? On this beach for the second time. Two different horses. Two different moods. Where was her life going?
OOC: So crappy. So short. So stupid. -facepalm-
