[open] Gold lie promises~

[Mentalio]

Tired little laughs, gold lie promises

Glory and gore go hand in hand..
The filly spooked at the feminine voice, leaping away awkwardly before turning around to see the spotted form of a horse about Mentalio's current size. Mentalio assumed the horse in front of her older, as she is more proportionate throughout; the black filly was still mostly legs and neck as she grew and developed. She looked at her small legs, still uncertain as to how she appeared so close to death when she felt as if in perfect health.

She figured it was just a plague, something like a curse from what her parents did.. The gruesome result of the ugly inbreeding, cast out and forgotten, assumed taken by death's toll.

"H-Hello," The young filly stutters out weakly, her ears forward and her form tense, as if ready to run, "I'm Mentalio.. Who are you?" She asks, after a short, nervous pause, as she shuffles her feet. It was obvious the new horse was likely concerned about her appearance, and Mentalio had become accustomed to being asked if she was okay. If she needed help. At the den, she'd always been fretted over extra by the fairy as her appearance never improved..

Mentalio

@[crota] Hey it's fine! I have a hard time writing good posts when I first start a character too.