Post by ::Sam:: on Apr 24, 2007 18:45:15 GMT -5
She stood still, back facing the others. She watched some run themselves stupid while she just stared onto the misty abiss of her pasture. Mud and rocks surrounded her, and she was thoroughly unhappy. A huge fence surrounded her, but no one seemed to notice. Maybe she was going crazy. Or maybe she was being figurative. The "fence" kept her spirits locked in, kept her from being her true self. She was nothing special, unlike the other brilliant, pulchritude mares. The arabian bloodlines, beautiful figures, Return was just below average. Ugly wall eyes, patched coat, nothing special. But unlike the other horses she had a spirit that could not be tamed. She had an attitude that made you want to be around her. Most could not thaw through her icy outer to get to the warm chewy center...if you could, consider yourself lucky.
