a kiss with a fist is better than none
She credits herself with making an effort before coming to the field. She had met dark haired boy with a flashing smile and glittering eyes. They played and kidded and then she had left. Nikoline had hid from the changes that beqanna consitently threatened the residents with. She had bunkered down to ride out the storm.
But now, in that nice place she had met Dahmer, she could no longer find. The little lamb had become wayward and been tossed to the wolves.
Poor thing.
Niko returns to the field. She knows that her fate is no longer her own if there should be someone to take interest in her pretty hide but maybe a strange face and foreign name could be just enough to satisfy the ache in her belly. A few mouthfuls of tender grass are gathered as she waits for an invitation of any nature.
The sound of robins call to her, a smile touching her features as she chews. There is some ease in her mind that with the season of spring comes the elimination of being raped and foaling. The field would be bustling with pregnant mares and questioning children this time of year but niko pays them all no mind as she walks between the bodies, seeking a place along the edge of equines to find some quiet.
nikoline
1) i hate starter posts
2) feel free to force claim if you like :p