».Sweet Southern Comfort.

[wolf2]

».Peacock's Feather
1,2,3 like a bird I sing...

». The young sorrel mare walked along the edge of the cliff. Her amber pools gazed at the sea. Her young mind was taking in everything. She wanted to lern so many things, mainly about the wild. She had no idea how the wild horses worked. She had never heard of their ways. True, she knew of them... but nothing about them. Well, she knew one thing... she wanted to be like them. Not having to carry a man around his small farm, just to make sure everything was safe. No, this filly would never do that. It may have been alright for her mother and father, but not for her. Within this yearling lay a sense of freedom and wildness. A true rebel soldier, if you may. She was different from the civilized horses of her old home. In her lay strong instinct. A spark of wild fire twinkled in her amber eyes. A spark that showed she would never be tame.

». Her bright sorrel coat was slick and added to her beauty. How can such a young filly have a slick coat? Her owners had the best breeding and feed money could buy. This meant little to Peacock's Feather. She didn't care about the life of luxury and such. She wanted to face the wild, it was embedded in her mind. Her legs were pure ivory white, and came to freckles at the very top. Her face was painted with a wide, ivory blaze. This blazed complimented her white jaws nicely. She was a true beauty. A true southern lady. She looked the part, but she could turn into a devil if messed with.

». She waited there, for any one to come. She wasn't sure if any wild ones lived here, but she had seen tracks. So she was sure, however, that they did travel through here. Her amber pools looked at to the sea. Soon the filly felt uneasy about the cliff and walked away from the edge. She felt strange about the cliff, almost fearful. Now Peacock's Feather waited for someone to come into her sights, anyone.

».Peacock's Feather
Cause you've givin' me
The most beautiful set of wings...

[bliss]

As if high in the indigo sky. prancing upon light billows of white the young mare swept across the field. The golden strands of grass tickled her legs as she swiftly passed, but it bothered her naught. It was actually soothing, like the sweet aroma of earth rising up from the soil unblemished by mankind. Everything seemed so pure.

Untainted.

./flashback/.

Then again... there were her hands. Ascetic, loving, gentle, and unassuming. So small...
Not mischievous and greedy like the others. She was incredibly... different.
Those delicate fingers... how they once combed through her mane with such softness and compassion.

S h e / a l w a y s / u n d e r s t o o d .

It seemed as though the youthful equine was suddenly overcome by a different being. A wave of great despair washed over her... drenched her spirit with a cold, miserable bitterness.
She slowed from such an elegant, jovial trot to a torpid saunter. Her ethereal head lowered toward the ground, where the tips of grass lightly brushed her muzzle; almost affectionately.


While memories flooded her subconsciousness, she continued to walk forward, completely unaware of where she was going. Even the sound of the shattering, roaring waves below didn't reach her.

r.e.m.o.r.s.e.

Quite unexpectedly her hooves stepped upon nothing but air, and her eyes widened greatly to consume the sight below her. With panic coursing violently through her veins she instinctively jerked back to let her hoof rest firmly upon solid ground.
She had nearly walked right over the cliff.
And how long has this been here?

While her nerves calmed and her body ceased to tremble, she looked out into the distance at the seemingly endless ocean. Despite her shock of what just happened, she was still able to realize the beauty of what played out before her. Never before had she seen the ocean... only dreamed of it's overwhelming vastness. And the slowly darkening sky above only added to the alluring scene.
Her nares lavished the strong, salty air that passed through them with each intake of air. It was so new... inspiring.

And... what was this?
Her deep brown eyes tore themselves away from the glorious sea, and to the figure that stood not too remotely from where she stood.
Everything just seemed to be appearing out of nowhere today.
How odd.
Her curious ears flicked forward with interest as she turned completely to look at the equine [right?] that was now walking away from the brim of the precipice.
As she observed the being closely, it became more evident that it was, indeed, a horse. A beautiful one too, although his/her features were still slightly unclear. Their coat was that of a delectable auburn, that much was certain.

Notice me: her eyes pleaded. She was too shy to vocally announce her presence.

[wolf2]

».Peacock's Feather
1,2,3 like a bird I sing...

... ».Well I'm down to my last dollar ...

». As the Tennessee Walker filly gazed out into the ocean's ongoing waves, she became lost in thought. The sky was a painting of pinks, purples, oranges, and reds. Small, dimmer stars began to appear, and soon it would be dark. Night would fall on the lands that were so new to her. The filly found herself alone. Something she had always found fear in. Why? She didn't know. Her mind raced with thoughts. Was it right to follow her dream? Her dream of being wild, when she knew nothing of the wild one's life. Was she a fool for doing so? Or would she be seen as brave? She found that small beads of sweat rolled down her face. It was too cold for her to break out in a cold sweat, for she may freeze with the night. But she found herself fearful. She had never been alone before. She had never slept in the cold darkness and damp morning. She had always had her warm stall. Full of hay and in view of other equines. Now what what did she have? Nothing but rocks and dirt. And to tell the truth, this did not make good company.

... ».I've walked right through my shoes...

». What was this? Her glass ambers found them self looking over another. Where did they come from? Who were they? What were they going to do? The filly herself was of shy manner, for the first to speak anyway. Unless she felt double-crossed, hurt, or out spoken... then the filly would open her mouth. Whether stupid came out or not was up to a higher source. Her body froze. She was like a painting. Her bright sorrel body, her blazed face, her white jaws, and hight stockings looked beautiful with the sunset and cliff scene. It was if she had been painted.
She tried to speak, but her mouth was made of Cotton at the time. She thought long and hard, then twitched her lip. The young filly began to create words... but couldn't get them out.

»."Good afternoon, Ma'am. I'm Peacock's Feather..."

». It was all she could make out. She never took her glass ambers off of the mare. Or what she figured was a mare, for if it was a stallion... he didn't look the part. Also, if he was a stallion... he wouldn't take the "ma'am'' very well. She hoped her judgment was correct.
Her radars faced the mare, and she waited for a reply... good or bad.

... ».Just a small reminder ...

».Peacock's Feather
Cause you've givin' me
The most beautiful set of wings...

[bliss]

The ocean's rich breeze carried the stranger's words to her ears. The other equine had a feminine touch to her voice, and so it was assumed it was a mare, just like herself.

Peacock's Feather

Interesting name. It made her own name feel so simple... meaningless. Her left lobe flicked back for an instant, then forward again to face the mare.
Her words had a unique tone to them... one that seemed vaguely familiar. Southern like...
It suited her well.

Say something already,
Summoning up her best voice, she spoke ---

"Good evening to you as well, Peacock's Feather. Bless me as Entia... consider me a friend."

Mmm... alright, good enough.

The lovely mare took a few bold steps closer to Peacock, observing her more personal features. She had odd but beautiful white splashes upon her face, which captured most of Entia's consideration. And her auburn hue was even more brilliant up close; especially with the sun's golden rays enveloping her.

Entia's tail whipped lightly against her flanks with delight. It suddenly occured to her that she enjoyed meeting strangers. And this particular one seemed quite innocuous and amiable. Perhaps she could be of aid in figuring out this new land...

Where are the others?Perhaps her first step in making a life here should be to find her place in a herd... going it alone could be imprudent.

I'm.Not.Savvy.Yet

[wolf2]

».Peacock's Feather
1,2,3 like a bird I sing...

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». The young filly stood with the sunset behind her. Such a beautiful backdrop it was. The calm sea and the sky being made up of reds, oranges, and purples. The waves danced in a calm matter. Their fluffy white tops added to their dark blue color. This filly would love it here... she knew it. She knew if the cliff was some beautiful... the rest of the lad had to be. She would choose the most beautiful place to live in these lands, nothing less.

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». The lyrics of the other mare made her break away from the view. She had almost forgot about the mare. Entia... It was a name she had never heard. Nor had she heard anything like it. Peacock's Feather gave a sweet, horse-like grin. She was a friend. The filly now had a friend in this land. Her heart soared. She had a friend. Now, she would not be concerned about being alone in this land... ever.

×--×"So, my friend, how long have have you been here?"×--×

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». She found it the be a silly question, but it was all she could come up with. The painted walker filly looked Entia up and down. Taking in each trait of the mare. This way, she would always know if she saw her. Unless, of course, another paint stood near her. Then it would be rather difficult to tell her friend from the other equine.

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». She began to wounder if Entia had a herd. If so, would she be welcomed there? If not, could they find a great herd in a great place? Where would the filly's next chapter be? What would happen?

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».Peacock's Feather
Cause you've givin' me
The most beautiful set of wings...

(Oh, boy... this one stinks somethin' awful...)