Post by Vantha {in college} on Aug 20, 2009 9:00:44 GMT -8
Chiara wasn't exactly pleased, for a few reasons. She had an unruly colt. The stallion that had claimed her had disappeared her. To top everything off she was in foal again. Sure two of her problems where her own fault, nobody said she had to have foals, but she was out to destroy her lineage. She was Anima Chiara after all. Many probably know of her older sister, Anima Scura. This little roan mare hadn't fallen from the tree, just the other side of it. She was obsessed with her lines, just about destroying them.
The roan mare flicked her crimson banner over her azure hocks as she trotted. Her gaze flicked over the area quickly, snorting loudly. Where was her thrice blasted son?! She slowed to a halt, nosing the ground. He had passed by here, but where was he? She grumbled slightly before continuing off at a walk.
Her barrel was only slightly enlarged, it just seemed as if she was a bit over-weight. The true dead give away to her condition was the fact that while spring was in full bloom, while she should still be in heat, she wasn't. Especially since she was a young mare, only about to reach her fifth or sixth year.
The roan mare flicked her crimson banner over her azure hocks as she trotted. Her gaze flicked over the area quickly, snorting loudly. Where was her thrice blasted son?! She slowed to a halt, nosing the ground. He had passed by here, but where was he? She grumbled slightly before continuing off at a walk.
Her barrel was only slightly enlarged, it just seemed as if she was a bit over-weight. The true dead give away to her condition was the fact that while spring was in full bloom, while she should still be in heat, she wasn't. Especially since she was a young mare, only about to reach her fifth or sixth year.