by spiff » Fri Apr 22, 2011 1:47 pm
Cherokee; Broodmare of Summer Solstice
Beauty: 8; Strength: 1; Speed: 1
The chestnut-auburn mare hesitated for a fraction of a second before deciding to give it a go. Slender legs broke into motion, moving fluidly in perfect sync, the smooth muscles moving underneath the delicate skin, becoming more and more discernible as Cherokee eased herself into a canter in a calm, casual fashion that might even be able to be called luxurious. Her silken mane was beginning to arouse from its prior lazy relaxation on the graceful arch of her neck, stirring and floating slowly, almost eerily, behind her, weaving and fluttering in the wind, the slightest breeze setting them off into an intricate dance that swayed hypnotically. She was nearing the large fallen log quickly now, the curly locks of her mane and tail now proudly waving behind her, flags declaring themselves with fierce passion, billowing behind her and giving her the illusion of truly being a horse on fire, the image further enhanced by the way the sun struck her form, flashing and winking against her pelt, making the skin shine with a lustrous sheen that illuminated her entire body down to the very last hair in her forelock, painting one of those stereotypical images.
With a great push in her hing legs, which bent and released sharply, the muscles acting as springs, she propelled herself through the air, soaring clear over the fallen tree, which was not very high anyway.
She may not be the strongest or the fastest, and this definitely deducted from the total, but she did have the potential to fly high and free, like the flames leaping and crackling over a bonfire.