Tolimay walked around the outskirts of the field, her ears turned back a bit unsure about the place. The area doesn't look so bad, there seems to be a lot of other horses around which should make it a safer place. Looking around one more time she stepped out into the field and walked for a bit, twitching her black coat to rid the small bugs that could stand the oncoming cold lingering around her. Automatically she took on a well practiced small, innocent look, hoping not to lure interest from the other horses around. She always disliked the time when the trees let their leaves fall and the grass shriveled beneath her foot. She could agree that the Dale was a bit warmer than here when she was traveling through it. In the field the wind was open to escape the blockage from the trees and rush in the open space poking with it's cold fingers at anything warm.
She walked smoothly, the muscles moving beneath her sleek coat of black shining armor, yet to be penetrated and scarred once again. It should be about time again to find a new home. The harsh winter would soon be here and the small life part of her life she spent solo didn't agree with her too much, she might need a herd for protection from the storms and hungry predators out there. She looked down at her left front leg, a faded pink scar poking through the already growing winter fur. Another reason to dislike the cold seasons. It always brought the gruff winter coat, covering up the shining soft coat she had always loved. She sniffed the air, the smell of fresh cold air and decaying plants.
So she stood there, taking on a more prideful look. Soon sometime the recruiters and stallions will come in looking for someone new to join them, and maybe it'll be me.
She walked smoothly, the muscles moving beneath her sleek coat of black shining armor, yet to be penetrated and scarred once again. It should be about time again to find a new home. The harsh winter would soon be here and the small life part of her life she spent solo didn't agree with her too much, she might need a herd for protection from the storms and hungry predators out there. She looked down at her left front leg, a faded pink scar poking through the already growing winter fur. Another reason to dislike the cold seasons. It always brought the gruff winter coat, covering up the shining soft coat she had always loved. She sniffed the air, the smell of fresh cold air and decaying plants.
So she stood there, taking on a more prideful look. Soon sometime the recruiters and stallions will come in looking for someone new to join them, and maybe it'll be me.