Post by Exclusive on Aug 3, 2007 13:06:47 GMT -5
Clear coated dove walks hesitantly into the the terrain called the Claiming Grounds. Her hide has a light coat of dust making her white bodice a light tan. She snorts hard trying to rid her falres of dust. Her orbs scanning the area. She drops her muzzle casually to snack on some grass. Not that her round stomache needs anymore. She was not fat but she wasn't thin either. She was just about acurate. She lifts her mug as a stallion calls out to mares to answer. She returns the call quietly knowing she was outsounded. She shrinks back into her shell after that.
Her auds prick at the sound of a dark nearing but she keeps her head low. The stallion looks at her without intrest and limps off. He must have tried the wrong mare. Lost tosses her head in amusement. The only sign of happiness so far from her.
Her auds prick at the sound of a dark nearing but she keeps her head low. The stallion looks at her without intrest and limps off. He must have tried the wrong mare. Lost tosses her head in amusement. The only sign of happiness so far from her.
