A pretty red roan tobiano Mustang mare - for Valentine's Day! Red roan being an appropriate color for said holiday. Can you find her heart...?
SerenWish wrote:Owner: SerenWish
Name: Corisande (Cori) (Means "Flower of the Heart")
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15.0 Hands
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 Years
Color: Red roan tobiano
Foals: 0
Art/Story/Poem:
The summer sun painted the rolling hills of the badlands, painting scrubby fields in the golden tones of a dying fire. It was evening, and soon all would be quiet for a few heartbeats, as the nocturnal animals awoke and the other creatures of the day took shelter. This was the dusk of the plains, a time of fire and shadow, dark and light, mist and mystery. Any human who was wise had gone inside by now, and ranch house lights would glow, illuminating their little island of man-made shelter amidst a wild sea of grass and rolling hills like the swells on that sea.
Dawn might have been her favorite time of the day, as she would watch the sun creep over the horizon and paint the sky in pinks and purples, but dusk was a good time as well. Though the predators would come out at night, the solace that the herd found among their little copse of scrub-trees and rock was a haven from any predators who might move out their way. The filly, who was on the verge of becoming a mare, stood apart from the others, atop a hummock of her own, her red mane waving a bit in the evening breeze. Her dark eyes were thoughtful as she peered about, her flecked hide fading into the shadow of the dusk. The white patch and smaller spots that marked her hide seemed to do opposite of the rest of her coat. They glowed in the fading light, like ghostly spirits hanging above the earth. When she moved, they rippled, and her long mane and tail cast thin shadows across the pale starkness of her patches. She pricked her ears, staring intently to the south.
Wanderlust, the curse of the mustangs, called to her veins, singing ever so sweetly. A siren's song, trying to tempt her away from the hollow of all she had known in her few years of life. She knew the winter's harsh sting, and the heat of the summer sun beating down on her back, with her tongue cracked and dry for the solace of water. She knew that she should always desire the safety of her dam's side and her sire's watchful gaze. But something else was telling her to go.
She had seen the bachelor herds galloping in the distance- she had seen the flecked hide of other roans, like herself. What else lay out there? She peered out into the horizon, seeing a stallion break away from the others. His coat was like the dusk, fading into the shadows of the dying day. He was the twilight, but the glowing of patches much like her own thrilled her. Who was he? What was he like? A million possibilities swam in her mind. She glanced back at the dozing forms of her family, and gave a little kick of her heels- she couldn't stay here. Not a moment longer.
She took off, galloping down the hill, kicking up sod in her wake- she knew not what lay ahead, but she wanted to find it.
(509 Words...hope that's okay! I tried to tie her in to the other mustang!)
Oh! yay! Then I will get right on that! I don't have time for art, but I can do a story....
