- Sun shining, birds chirping, green blades swiping at the air as it played through the stalks. Giving their sweet aroma into the wind for creatures loving their smell. The bloods of flowers enticed many, the yellow flowers holding the most delicious taste, while the weeds were rather distasteful. The sun gave the green stalks wonderful shades through the sometimes dappled light.
A liver chesnut mare stood lonesome, ears flattened against her crown as the wind played with her long, off-white colored, locks and plume. She didn't care if they moved. She was tall, thought skinny, giving her a deadly match for speed, though she could not take many hits, she was not a tough mare by any means, though she would give a fight for her freedom on any day or night without hesitation. Along her muzzle was the only other color; a white snip to give her dished muzzle a deeper definition.
The mare, Keres, remained still, uncaring that the wind was playing with her stands and scent, letting them move with the swift winds. Her long legs stood defiantly in the short grasses, remaining silent. No noises escaped the Liver Chestnut mare.
Titus | Stallion | Bachelor, On His Own
- The dun skin stallion gave a short nicker into the wind, giving away his kind nature as he ebony locks swayed calmly. He let his harks prick as he dropped to the ground, rolling his frame in the grass. A smile found it's way to his black muzzle, a soft neigh of pleasure escaping his muzzle. He loved to roll in the grass, and it also helped with those itches he couldn't quite reach. After a moment, he gave a soft snort as he rolled onto his side, and pushed her rather short frame to a stand, and resumed to stand still once more, soft eyes giving a glance ahead.
