lurker
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Post by lurker on Jan 27, 2013 22:31:58 GMT -10
raptor. The grulla mare walked through the woods, occasionally dragging a toe and stumbling because of it. Her ears were lax, haphazardly flopping atop her poll and making it painfully obvious of how interested she was in her current surroundings. Sure, it was a new land with new faces and new rules but it really didn't matter. It didn't matter because of how dreadfully boring it was. The conformities and simplicities of it were both obscene and tiring.
White-washed and a pale pastel brown, her body is sturdily built (as in ugly but it's a pleasant way of saying so). Her mane and tail are a stark contrast to her pale fur and glisten black as the blackest night could be black. Her legs are a darkening gradient; from the pale beige forearms to her as the blackest black hooves, the straightness of them is fully painted and troublesome.
The trees are as tall as their branches are reaching; the canopy is thick and the light is thin. The pony mare is ambling along through the woods. Placid and indifferent.
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