Post by Ai on Apr 2, 2007 1:20:26 GMT -5
Food. That was the one word that dragged its irritating body through the girl's mind. Famine was raking its claws along her insides and laughing at her as she cringed in discomfort, yearning to sustain her hunger. This was why when Ai reached these lovely fields, she could care less that it was inhabited by so many other equines, and that the horrible feeling all mares get when spring bursts on the earth seemed to pollute the air, hanging on each breath and choking her. The moment Ai found a patch of fresh vegetation, she eagerly ate. She didn't care if every other horse in her presence could possibly be staring at her gluttony, all she cared about was that at last she could soothe her starvation. You see, grazing endlessly was a hobby of hers. When you spend an entire winter wandering around and eating whatever you can find, it was a miracle to find this lush field. Simply a miracle.
Ai was a crude little creature, blunt in body and in mind. She was not tall, nor was she the prettiest mare ever, though she sure acted like it. She flaunted her hide that was a mess of black and white mushed into eachother like it was a work of art. And if you hung around the vain mare enough, you'd notice she would more than often shake her two-toned mane like a supermodel flipping her silky hair. It probably seems odd because of her I-don't-give-a-damn personality, but secretly Ai strove to impress other horses, desperate to get herself noticed despite the fact she was nothing like the beautiful, dainty chestnut mares that seemed to rule the world of male attention. She hated her draft lineage, though like her sister she was not nearly as thick-bodied as some Gypsy Vanners. However, let's not say she lacked muscle. Oh, no. That was the one thing she didn't need more of besides attitude. Her feathers were no thinner than a normal draft's either, and were actually very dense and well-kept. She made sure that with each heavy step that every white thread hanging from her legs rippled and fluttered like waves over a sandbar. Oh yes, for Ai, everything was worth doing like it was an art.
As the painful hunger inside her subsided, Ai took the time to lift her head and absorb the scenery. She didn't realize this was where mares looking for herds came, so when she spotted so many of them she was a little confused. "Now what do we have here...?" she wondered aloud, narrowing her silver-blue eyes curiously. "Deary me... looks like I've found a hotspot!" Ai laughed to herself, glancing around. There were a few stallions wandered around as well, which prompted her to be on guard, though she wasn't sure why she should be worrying about being approached by a stallion. The mare had a talent for scaring off men with her powerful figure that didn't match her puny height and her awful manners. Ah well... there was food, and there were other horses to mess with, so she was content for the time being.
( If I used to be any good at writing, I'm not anymore. )
Ai was a crude little creature, blunt in body and in mind. She was not tall, nor was she the prettiest mare ever, though she sure acted like it. She flaunted her hide that was a mess of black and white mushed into eachother like it was a work of art. And if you hung around the vain mare enough, you'd notice she would more than often shake her two-toned mane like a supermodel flipping her silky hair. It probably seems odd because of her I-don't-give-a-damn personality, but secretly Ai strove to impress other horses, desperate to get herself noticed despite the fact she was nothing like the beautiful, dainty chestnut mares that seemed to rule the world of male attention. She hated her draft lineage, though like her sister she was not nearly as thick-bodied as some Gypsy Vanners. However, let's not say she lacked muscle. Oh, no. That was the one thing she didn't need more of besides attitude. Her feathers were no thinner than a normal draft's either, and were actually very dense and well-kept. She made sure that with each heavy step that every white thread hanging from her legs rippled and fluttered like waves over a sandbar. Oh yes, for Ai, everything was worth doing like it was an art.
As the painful hunger inside her subsided, Ai took the time to lift her head and absorb the scenery. She didn't realize this was where mares looking for herds came, so when she spotted so many of them she was a little confused. "Now what do we have here...?" she wondered aloud, narrowing her silver-blue eyes curiously. "Deary me... looks like I've found a hotspot!" Ai laughed to herself, glancing around. There were a few stallions wandered around as well, which prompted her to be on guard, though she wasn't sure why she should be worrying about being approached by a stallion. The mare had a talent for scaring off men with her powerful figure that didn't match her puny height and her awful manners. Ah well... there was food, and there were other horses to mess with, so she was content for the time being.
( If I used to be any good at writing, I'm not anymore. )