Post by Jazz on Feb 27, 2007 12:08:33 GMT -8
The grass was crushed beneath her wide hooves that were hidden by swirling white feathers as she walked. Muscles rippled beneath the thick coat with each step that the large Gypsy Vanner took. The grass in front of her was ripped up by strong teeth and chewed slowly before moving on to the next patch of grass. Mirabel was stopping, resting more like it, near the falls that roared beyond the line of trees to her right. Moving around all the time was hard work, evading vicious darks and greeting the lights and other neutrals with news. Mirabel liked the chance to stop and graze for awhile, listening to the soothing sound of water falling to the ground to crash against the rocks. Her dark tail swung and a fly died, falling from her white and brown coat to the ground. She shook her head and more flies flew off before she resumed grazing in the soft sun.
Mirabel knew this was the Claiming Falls, but she wasn't sure whether she wanted to be claimed or not. She had come here to rest for a day or so, not to be claimed. Ah, but she had been wandering for quite some time now. Maybe it was time for her to settle down. Well, if it was, then a stallion would come this day or the next, and if it wasn't, she would leave after two days to continue her wanderings. Such was the life of an older mare.
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Her coat shimmered with the sun and the water reflecting together as she bathed in the fall's pool. Her gray and white coat was soaked, but it wasn't cold water. The young mare trotted out of the water and shook herself, sending diamonds of water into the air only to fall again at the height of their jump. Her mane cascaded back onto her neck and she flicked her long cream colored tail, sniffing the air. She turned around and took a long drink from the water, staring at her reflection for some time afterwards, wondering. Was she pretty, or just dreaming? Would any stallion want her for his herd? Would she want a herd to stay in? Misty broke her gaze with the water and stepped back onto the grass, tearing up the tender shoots.
She had come here to be claimed, but now she was having doubts. What if the stallion who first came here was mean, or worse yet, a dark? What if being in a herd was too big a responsibility for her? Would she be able to live up to their expectations? She shook her head again to clear her mind and her forelock from her eyes. What will come, will come, she thought to herself as she grazed.
ooc~ Mirabel is on the other side of a thick line of trees that seperate her from the waterfall. There is no way under the sun that Misty and Mirabel can both be seen at the same time or see each other. Misty is also to the left of the waterfall, while Mirabel is to the right. Got it?^^
Mirabel knew this was the Claiming Falls, but she wasn't sure whether she wanted to be claimed or not. She had come here to rest for a day or so, not to be claimed. Ah, but she had been wandering for quite some time now. Maybe it was time for her to settle down. Well, if it was, then a stallion would come this day or the next, and if it wasn't, she would leave after two days to continue her wanderings. Such was the life of an older mare.
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Her coat shimmered with the sun and the water reflecting together as she bathed in the fall's pool. Her gray and white coat was soaked, but it wasn't cold water. The young mare trotted out of the water and shook herself, sending diamonds of water into the air only to fall again at the height of their jump. Her mane cascaded back onto her neck and she flicked her long cream colored tail, sniffing the air. She turned around and took a long drink from the water, staring at her reflection for some time afterwards, wondering. Was she pretty, or just dreaming? Would any stallion want her for his herd? Would she want a herd to stay in? Misty broke her gaze with the water and stepped back onto the grass, tearing up the tender shoots.
She had come here to be claimed, but now she was having doubts. What if the stallion who first came here was mean, or worse yet, a dark? What if being in a herd was too big a responsibility for her? Would she be able to live up to their expectations? She shook her head again to clear her mind and her forelock from her eyes. What will come, will come, she thought to herself as she grazed.
ooc~ Mirabel is on the other side of a thick line of trees that seperate her from the waterfall. There is no way under the sun that Misty and Mirabel can both be seen at the same time or see each other. Misty is also to the left of the waterfall, while Mirabel is to the right. Got it?^^