by sheepish » Tue Mar 03, 2015 4:48 am
Username: Sheepishlie
Name: Genevieve (GEN-uh-veev)
Name Meaning: Tribe Woman
Gender: Mare
Colour: (Dark) Blue Roan
Age: 4 Years
Height: 13.2
Personality: Genevieve is a very particular quiddy. Picky, careful and worry some to most, she treads her path carefully as the wild is a dangerous place. She is also slow to recover from the death of loved ones but when she finds peace, she knows she can become stronger.
Domestic or Wild: Wild
Extra: It's a warm night, something rare and admirable in these cold mountains. Fresh breezes swirled in from the valleys that were scattered in an all too haphazard manner for the young mare as she forced herself to stand from her comfortable yet cool ledge. Head lifting to give out a silent yawn, her eyes landed on the glowing stars above which shone brighter than usual as there was no moon in sight. Head lowering and reaching forward to give a shake of her fuzzy mane that had grown extra thick through the cold, she watched as dark strands drifted to the earth below.
Genevieve, or G as she preferred, must've stared off due to the surprised look that crossed her features as a small crumble of rocks sounded behind her. At such a time, she would not expect an attack from a mountain lion yet she did not expect any noise in general. Picking her way up the steep incline towards where the sound originated from, G lifted her small hooves and tapped each rock carefully, trying to find the firmest ones possible.
Upon reaching the top of the ledge above her own, she found her head lowered to the rocks, nostrils dilated with every sniff as she took in the sweet familiar scent of her late mother. It wasn't long since her mother had left her to be in a be in a better place, and the grief was fresh in the mare's heart as a small, almost not natural whine escaped her throat- but wait. There was that sound again. Ears pricking as her head still remained low to the ground, G swore she saw a single cloud flush itself away from her as her sky blue eyes landed on the equine shaped figure.
Legs stiff and suddenly heavy as she tried to move, it was a minute or so before she was able to regain the movement of her legs which had seemed to be one with the rocks below. A small clatter of hooves as she jumped forward and let out a snort of surprise as she lost her vision to a heavy fog until her head collided with the wall of the towering mountain. Shaking her head as her tail twitched with a mild anger, she turned toward the fog and felt her heart almost expand in her chest. Before she could think anything through, she was tumbling forwards to thrust her head against the flank of the equine shaped cloud, allowing her mother's scent to wash over her, comforting her in such a stage of her lost self.
Genevieve felt like a filly again and tried to let out any kind of noise and again found a roadblock. Her vocal chords weren't working but who cared. She had her mother near her.
Blinking once, the scent and comfort faded but still lingered fresh in her mind as she rolled over on her ledge to find a more comfortable position, possibly with more vegetation to keep her warm. G missed her mother, that was true, but those dreams allowed the young mare to find peace in her mother's passing. She could recover. She could become stronger. She could live on.
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sheepish on Mon Mar 09, 2015 9:40 am, edited 1 time in total.
