Post by grace on Feb 26, 2006 2:43:29 GMT -5
Here's something that I just wrote for you to judge, if you want something else just ask...I have another fairly new post you can look at.
The hoovens of a lone are sunk deeply into the yellow grains of the southern coast. Thin, ebon strands of coarse hair whipped un-willingly beside her ivory pelt. Optics pierced through the eventide fog, avoiding the salt the blew through the air. Her skinny, bone-baring bulk was a mere shadow beside a run-down building that was never looked upon.
It was simply to ugly. To ugly for the eyes of those that thought themselves pretty to look at. Just as she was. No one wanted to see such an ugly sight, so untreated. Like a homeless person she was. In fact, that is exactly what she was, just in the equine breed. No one sought something that couldn’t get them any money…
Her paper-thin nares snorted out the seas germ-infested salt. Clearing a passive for the freshly blown salt to come in. Her auds pricked this way and that, hoping to catch the unfamiliar sound of another approaching. But the only sound they caught was her breathing, the sea gulls crying, the waves lapping, and the shrimp-boat bells. A sigh came through her parched lips.
Heavy talons skimmed across the sands surface, scratching up a crab here and there. Crown hung low with the maidens sorrow, tassels rubbing a path in the yellow-white surface. Banner lay life-lessly by her hocks, tracing over her tassel marks. She trooped on towards the fields of a better place. A place called the Dark Forest. Somewhere she could have strength, and happiness. Somewhere she could live and laugh. Love and be loved. Be seen for what she is and not for what she looks like…she was going to go past those golden gates, and for the first time in her life, she would live.
The hoovens of a lone are sunk deeply into the yellow grains of the southern coast. Thin, ebon strands of coarse hair whipped un-willingly beside her ivory pelt. Optics pierced through the eventide fog, avoiding the salt the blew through the air. Her skinny, bone-baring bulk was a mere shadow beside a run-down building that was never looked upon.
It was simply to ugly. To ugly for the eyes of those that thought themselves pretty to look at. Just as she was. No one wanted to see such an ugly sight, so untreated. Like a homeless person she was. In fact, that is exactly what she was, just in the equine breed. No one sought something that couldn’t get them any money…
Her paper-thin nares snorted out the seas germ-infested salt. Clearing a passive for the freshly blown salt to come in. Her auds pricked this way and that, hoping to catch the unfamiliar sound of another approaching. But the only sound they caught was her breathing, the sea gulls crying, the waves lapping, and the shrimp-boat bells. A sigh came through her parched lips.
Heavy talons skimmed across the sands surface, scratching up a crab here and there. Crown hung low with the maidens sorrow, tassels rubbing a path in the yellow-white surface. Banner lay life-lessly by her hocks, tracing over her tassel marks. She trooped on towards the fields of a better place. A place called the Dark Forest. Somewhere she could have strength, and happiness. Somewhere she could live and laugh. Love and be loved. Be seen for what she is and not for what she looks like…she was going to go past those golden gates, and for the first time in her life, she would live.
