Post by cupcake on Nov 1, 2010 19:06:34 GMT -5
Harlequin
Muse: Good!
Word Count: 863
Tag: Open
Notes: Harley is a 15 hands tall, 3 year old, Appaloosa mare. Details on history, personality, ect. can be found by clicking the link to her profile below
Bio: Harley
It was a crisp Autumn day in the lands of Night Sky. There was a soft breeze nipping through the beginnings of the Appaloosa mare's fuzzy winter coat. The normally bright greens and dark browns of the Lush Fields were now in the middle of changing to the vivid and rich colors of Autumn. Deep golds, bright reds, and the occasional light browns. It was a gorgeous pallet of colors that painted the landscape. Leaves were falling from the tall trees, leaving them frosty and bare. Like bony skeletons. Though this mare thought they held a strange beauty all their own.
It was just to bad she couldn't see it with both eyes. Due to an accident that happened just barely two months ago, Harlequin (better known as Harley to all who were her friends) was now blind in her right eye. She'd been stolen from her herd by a rogue stallion when she was just about two and a half years old, and while trying to escape the most recent time, he'd accidentally kicked her in the side of the head while trying to punish her. She'd been knocked out, and woken up blind in her right eye, and had lost most of her memories of her childhood in her old herd. He'd abandoned her shortly after he figured out she was blind, leaving her alone, confused, and unprotected in these harsh lands. Harley had been wandering by herself for the past two months.
Autumn was Harley's favorite season, seeing all the changing colors, and the cool weather, a welcome relief from the brutal heat of Summer. This was the first time in her life that she'd been half blind through it, and she wasn't enjoying it in the slightest. She loved the change from the bright greens of Summer and Spring to the vivid array of colors that Autumn represented and displayed proudly. However, the one thing she didn't enjoy about Autumn was that knowing shortly after, Winter would be here. She wouldn't have cared so much if she hadn't known that she would probably be spending this Winter alone, with no steady place to stay, and her blindness that was still so new and scary to her.
Harley had slowly been teaching herself to rely more on her hearing and scent now to make up her lack of sight in her right eye. She now knew how to identify which sounds belonged to which animal, and what scents often went along with them. It was still new to her though, and a lot of the time she found herself starting badly when things sneaked up on her from her blindside.
Harley had just now found her way out of the forest, and was now hovering on the edge of the fields, wondering if she should go out in the open or stay safe and hidden in the cool shadows. As she tried to make her decision, a loud snap and crackle of the branches behind her made her decision for her. Jumping badly, she skittered forward, glancing back over her left shoulder worriedly. Carefully, Harley stepped the rest of the way out into the fields, being extra careful where she put her feet as her dainty ears flicked around on the top of her head, straining to catch any sound. Her nostrils flared, taking in the scents of the fields before she even thought to look around with her good eye.
Turning her head almost all the way around to her right shoulder, she scanned the area with her dark chocolate brown eye, while the other (a light blue clouded over with a milky white), stared ahead blankly, not seeing anything. Not seeing, hearing, or smelling any other horses near her, she relaxed a bit, and took a few more tentative steps out into the open. The sun's weakened rays immediately bounced of her light palomino coat, turning it a liquid gold as it rippled over her lean form. The rays caught the strands of her pure white mane and tail, making it glimmer softly. The blanket of white on her rump shown proudly against the gold of her coat, the white also roaning lightly up her spine and ending at her withers where it melted into the white of her mane. Striped hooves flashed above the browning grass, true to her Appaloosa heritage, also showing off four ivory dipped legs.
Harley's soft ears started to flop to the side as she relaxed even more under the warm rays of the sun, a welcome relief from the chilly breeze that still tried to blow through the fields. She tossed her delicate head, causing her long forelock to flop over her right eye, covering it's disturbingly blank gaze from the world. Harley came to a slow halt, cocking one back leg as her long white eyelashes fluttered almost to a close. The sun's rays continued to relax her tense muscles and thaw her chilly flesh until a feeling of peace came over her. Hanging onto that feeling of peace for all she was worth, Harley slowly started to drift off the sleep, alone and unprotected in this wide open space.
It was just to bad she couldn't see it with both eyes. Due to an accident that happened just barely two months ago, Harlequin (better known as Harley to all who were her friends) was now blind in her right eye. She'd been stolen from her herd by a rogue stallion when she was just about two and a half years old, and while trying to escape the most recent time, he'd accidentally kicked her in the side of the head while trying to punish her. She'd been knocked out, and woken up blind in her right eye, and had lost most of her memories of her childhood in her old herd. He'd abandoned her shortly after he figured out she was blind, leaving her alone, confused, and unprotected in these harsh lands. Harley had been wandering by herself for the past two months.
Autumn was Harley's favorite season, seeing all the changing colors, and the cool weather, a welcome relief from the brutal heat of Summer. This was the first time in her life that she'd been half blind through it, and she wasn't enjoying it in the slightest. She loved the change from the bright greens of Summer and Spring to the vivid array of colors that Autumn represented and displayed proudly. However, the one thing she didn't enjoy about Autumn was that knowing shortly after, Winter would be here. She wouldn't have cared so much if she hadn't known that she would probably be spending this Winter alone, with no steady place to stay, and her blindness that was still so new and scary to her.
Harley had slowly been teaching herself to rely more on her hearing and scent now to make up her lack of sight in her right eye. She now knew how to identify which sounds belonged to which animal, and what scents often went along with them. It was still new to her though, and a lot of the time she found herself starting badly when things sneaked up on her from her blindside.
Harley had just now found her way out of the forest, and was now hovering on the edge of the fields, wondering if she should go out in the open or stay safe and hidden in the cool shadows. As she tried to make her decision, a loud snap and crackle of the branches behind her made her decision for her. Jumping badly, she skittered forward, glancing back over her left shoulder worriedly. Carefully, Harley stepped the rest of the way out into the fields, being extra careful where she put her feet as her dainty ears flicked around on the top of her head, straining to catch any sound. Her nostrils flared, taking in the scents of the fields before she even thought to look around with her good eye.
Turning her head almost all the way around to her right shoulder, she scanned the area with her dark chocolate brown eye, while the other (a light blue clouded over with a milky white), stared ahead blankly, not seeing anything. Not seeing, hearing, or smelling any other horses near her, she relaxed a bit, and took a few more tentative steps out into the open. The sun's weakened rays immediately bounced of her light palomino coat, turning it a liquid gold as it rippled over her lean form. The rays caught the strands of her pure white mane and tail, making it glimmer softly. The blanket of white on her rump shown proudly against the gold of her coat, the white also roaning lightly up her spine and ending at her withers where it melted into the white of her mane. Striped hooves flashed above the browning grass, true to her Appaloosa heritage, also showing off four ivory dipped legs.
Harley's soft ears started to flop to the side as she relaxed even more under the warm rays of the sun, a welcome relief from the chilly breeze that still tried to blow through the fields. She tossed her delicate head, causing her long forelock to flop over her right eye, covering it's disturbingly blank gaze from the world. Harley came to a slow halt, cocking one back leg as her long white eyelashes fluttered almost to a close. The sun's rays continued to relax her tense muscles and thaw her chilly flesh until a feeling of peace came over her. Hanging onto that feeling of peace for all she was worth, Harley slowly started to drift off the sleep, alone and unprotected in this wide open space.
Muse: Good!
Word Count: 863
Tag: Open
Notes: Harley is a 15 hands tall, 3 year old, Appaloosa mare. Details on history, personality, ect. can be found by clicking the link to her profile below
Bio: Harley
