Post by mistgirl29 on Aug 9, 2011 19:06:48 GMT -5
The taller gypsy vanner mare trotted gainst the foliage trying not to be seen much. She obviously knew this was a dangerous place and it was a tiny fault on her own part, she just wanted to belong somewhere. Knowing beauty though, she's very picky about the stallions she meets. Though shy, quiet and submissive, beauty doesn't give in easily to the tricks of men. But, here she was out here waiting to be 'claimed'.
It was a meak place full of trees and lots of grass. beauty loafted herself upright looking about her surroundings snorting, "Not my kinda place if you ask me.", the mare said as she continued to trot to no where in peticular. She suddenly stopped once in a far opening surrounded by trees, she liked to see where she was so this was a resting station for her. The gypsy vanner quietly lied down in the soft and lush grass swishing her tail from side to side studying the view: Mostly deserted it rather didn't seem like much of a home to anyone, probably why they called it the claiming grounds.
beauty waited flickering her eyes at any sudden motion of sound or noise but, nothing, just the breezes and animals scurrying about. She heaved a sigh and yawned nibbling on some grass grooming herself and watching the land. She was waiting for someone to come, some company to spend time with. She had already guessed that a stallion would show up but she would hold her ground, just in case.
It was a meak place full of trees and lots of grass. beauty loafted herself upright looking about her surroundings snorting, "Not my kinda place if you ask me.", the mare said as she continued to trot to no where in peticular. She suddenly stopped once in a far opening surrounded by trees, she liked to see where she was so this was a resting station for her. The gypsy vanner quietly lied down in the soft and lush grass swishing her tail from side to side studying the view: Mostly deserted it rather didn't seem like much of a home to anyone, probably why they called it the claiming grounds.
beauty waited flickering her eyes at any sudden motion of sound or noise but, nothing, just the breezes and animals scurrying about. She heaved a sigh and yawned nibbling on some grass grooming herself and watching the land. She was waiting for someone to come, some company to spend time with. She had already guessed that a stallion would show up but she would hold her ground, just in case.
