I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
Vianne had embarked upon a destination towards a place named The field under the supervision of her two aunts . she stood by herself as she watched the way the cool breeze passed through the grass plains and terrains with soundless thoughts and contemplation, always drifting back to the desert where her heart still remains captivated by the life style she was forced to leave behind. Her heart thrummed with fire after a round of frolic with a few of the other young Mares that were also here for a reason that was unknown to the Arabian mare whom had long since retired for the evening. Stomping her front right hoof with energy and fieriness, her stormy colored eyes studied the group of mares in hopes to spot her two Dark colored aunts for some reassurance that she wasn't entirely alone. She tilted her doll like head, the svelte form of her ears pulling back against her skull as she took several tentative steps forward before stopping short, her wispy tail whipping around the lines of her hips and teasing against her ankles. Her expression was full of wander lust and appreciation for the energy that surrounded the young mare. Barely turning four she was naive to wiles of stallions. Though naive, she was hardly a fragile creature and the broken horn upon her head was a mere reflection of her unbound spirit.
Such was the powerful smoothness of her lean form, toned physique, a borne survivor; a charming felon; whose wild heart was determined to never be conquered nor tamed; and how admirable was the seething intensity of her impassioned soul. How remarkably enticing in her ascension from sweet filly to mare, how fleshed and grown she filled out; yet of all her reticulated athleticism, there was still such soft semblance of tender sweetness in the poetic symmetry of her young heart, ripening within the wildfires of unconquered dreams. Her ears flicked slightly as she lulled herself closer to the center of the strange mix matched heard of females, looking for a familiar face. Too many faces, too many bodies around her made it hard for her to comprehend that she was abandoned.
(Hoping for something forced)