Post by ♥/tiyre on Aug 22, 2008 12:39:12 GMT -5
SUN touched the cliffs as the sun went down, turning the white waves gold. Three-toned filly trotted towards the cliff, drawn by the sound of surf on slowly yielding rock. Three-toned for she was a blood bay, black and red, and because of the snip on her snout. Something seemed so... right here. It felt off to the young mare. Before, it seemed as though something was always missing, something that was in this new land. Her father and aunt scoffed at the idea of her following a feeling. Who was she to journey to far off lands while still young? She had everything needed at home, for it was a wonderful, rich land, small enough that all forms of terras were close enough that one could find a "perfect" place for them and still be close enough to see family.
BUT it wasn't right for the bay filly.
OTHERS that lived in the same area hated the filly, for she was different. No one in her family had ever been bay, let alone a red bay. There were grays, yellow duns, roans, blacks - but never, ever bay. She shouldn't have been born such a vibrant color unless her mother was stepping high to another stallion. But her mother was a one-stallion mare, and everyone knew it. So everyone just decided strange genetics, long hidden, were to blame for her flame.
BLACK painted legs moved the young mare closer and closer towards the the cliff, the sea breeze telling her to look over the edge, forbidding caution. But no, no, no - she would not look. Her grandmother had fallen off a cliff when she was young; it had not killed her, but the cliff had been short and the rocks not as vicious looking as those below this steep drop.
QUESTIONS burst through the three-year-old's mind like soap bubbles. Why had she come here at all? There was nothing that she could see - the land, though perhaps once populated, seemed near desolate at the lack of equine life now. And why come to this cliff, when there were so many other areas that would offer more substance? Nousi did not know that this was the first place Rosethorn's mother had visited - she didn't know of Ardraline at all.
ROSETHORN, daughter of the scapegoat of fighting mares and the forgotten heir of Sandy Shores. Veri Punainen Nousi was a spitting image of this mare, but she did not know. How could she know when she had come from another land, so different from her homeland. But it was, in fact, Rosethorn's blood running through her veins.
WHO would find her first?
{ooc; odd first post with her... sorry.}
