05-22-2015, 07:58 PM
fiasko
Breeding season is probably not the exact best time for her to be venturing out into the field (especially when it’s night), but she’s going to risk it. First because, as usual, the Gates is in desperate need of new members, and second, because she very much doubts that any stallion would see her as a desirable target. It’s the one area where her mutilated face gives her an advantage, so she might as well make use of it.She’s still a little nervous however, and her steps through the field are tentative. As unattractive as her destroyed face is, there could always be a sicko out there looking for a little fun. Her orange eye darts about, looking for anyone threatening.
No one seems to take any notice of her however. The few stallions that are here are far more interested in the pretty mares, and the pretty mares are of course far more interested in the stallions.
She wanders for a bit, looking for any that seem lost, before her eye settles on a red stallion. He’s alone, unlike the other stallions in the field, and appears to be contemplating the many paths that run out of the herdless territory.
She hones in on him, plastering a crooked smile on her face. The usual fear of rejection at the sight of her face rears its ugly head, but she forces it down, pushing it to the back of her mind. It’s become easier to do that lately.
“Hello there, I’m Fiasko!”
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