You Should Keep In Mind; [Zayn]

[Becca]

You Should Keep In Mind, There Is Nothing Better I Do Than Revenge.

The dark chocolate women, strode into the foliage covered area. She had socialized plenty in Heavens Gates but, this talk of war was beginning to make the girl sick of the horrid topic. Her golden locks, swayed brushing over her eyes as she halted under the coverage of a pine tree. It was quite crowded, for such a quiet looking place and seemed quite peaceful beside the continuous nickers and whinnies from around. Her silver dappled body, shifted into a relaxed state resting her left hind at an angle.

Her burgundy neck bended downwards, as she enjoyed the sweet bliss of being alone. The crisp sweet grass, allowed her spine to lower, as she only concentrated on grazing.

She never knew how wonderful it was to be alone, she had always been either attacked with questions from her young daughter or found arguments in the field that'd caused the well tempered mare to get utterly annoyed. Annoyance came easy to her these days, stallions in the field were so needy of mares and attention it was pathetic, and it began to gloss the sweet little flower of Becca in anger. Her usual mind set, when something or someone angered her was to simply walking away, if they were going to fire tempers it wasn't worth her time. Honestly, she never meant to be in the eyes of any equine, nor stand out she was ordinary, so very ordinary.

Her velvet muzzle continued to graze upon the blades of vegetation below her, the crunch of roots and sweet evergreen strands of grass urged her to continue vegging out. Her periwinkle pools searched of the sight of other equine within the forest, some had left or simply grown bored of conversation and meandered off to graze in the meadow. Few still remained that were visible, bet remained silent or were quietly whispering about.

The slim mare strode forwards, a few steps to graze upon another patch of vegetation. Her golden flecked tail lashed out at flies that dared to land upon her elegant frame. Vocals of songbirds sang about, in soothing tones beckoning to each other like love birds. Her lobes swiveled, to their calls as she batted her burgundy glossed lashes.

The forest seemed perfect. Perhaps too perfect.

becca

image © nathan walker
OCC: Alright, I'm not making any promises she won't put up a fight. Perhaps he'll come out of this with a few bumps and bruises?  
@[Zayn]