YOU COULD BE THE KING BUT WATCH THE QUEEN CONQUER
Temples, the lackadaisical.
The orange eyed mare didn't find herself in a rush for anyone or anything and so it is no surprise to her that it takes days for her to find Taiga, the stallion's scent had almost grown cold. Eventually she finds herself amongst the gigantic redwood forest, birds chip away at building their nests with the abundant pine needles. Horses march in pairs, a pack almost wherever they go and here she stood, barely 15hh and alone. Her life had so far been quiet unambitious and without much to pass along, what ever made her think she would find a place here? Among the wolves, so to speak? She thinks begrudgingly to herself that this was a dumb idea, why change now? She's no wet-behind-the-ears filly and has no real skill set to offer...right?
Let's see how it goes for a couple of days, if we hate it, we can just jump ship. Okay? Ok." she says to herself, aloud - it's the only company she's kept for several years now, it seems normal to her. She inhales deeply with a long, exasperated sigh released shortly after. The butter mare was not much on social interaction, it was a rather odd thing to her - Harmonia had not been great at integrating her children, or raising them for that matter. They say good parents make a world of difference, Temples would never know but so she's heard. Perhaps the child, Polaris would find her or Ruan would find himself happy with a recruit. Nevertheless, here she stands - a short, squatty palomino mare with notorious orange eyes and a knack for observation.
The orange eyed mare didn't find herself in a rush for anyone or anything and so it is no surprise to her that it takes days for her to find Taiga, the stallion's scent had almost grown cold. Eventually she finds herself amongst the gigantic redwood forest, birds chip away at building their nests with the abundant pine needles. Horses march in pairs, a pack almost wherever they go and here she stood, barely 15hh and alone. Her life had so far been quiet unambitious and without much to pass along, what ever made her think she would find a place here? Among the wolves, so to speak? She thinks begrudgingly to herself that this was a dumb idea, why change now? She's no wet-behind-the-ears filly and has no real skill set to offer...right?
Let's see how it goes for a couple of days, if we hate it, we can just jump ship. Okay? Ok." she says to herself, aloud - it's the only company she's kept for several years now, it seems normal to her. She inhales deeply with a long, exasperated sigh released shortly after. The butter mare was not much on social interaction, it was a rather odd thing to her - Harmonia had not been great at integrating her children, or raising them for that matter. They say good parents make a world of difference, Temples would never know but so she's heard. Perhaps the child, Polaris would find her or Ruan would find himself happy with a recruit. Nevertheless, here she stands - a short, squatty palomino mare with notorious orange eyes and a knack for observation.
T E M P L E S
be with me, i'm still sorting out her character.