11-23-2020, 09:01 PM
It was spring time. New babies, new flowers, new life. It erupted all around her, and the young mare drank it in. She adored this time of year, positively adored it, and everything that came with it. It was easy to fall in love with the idea of life when you were young.
She inhaled a breath that filled her from head to hoof. Her skin rippled, buckskin streaking through with crimson and gold. She'd discovered it when the wind blew cold this past autumn. A shower of leaves had blown across her, their colors stuck fast. Bled into her, and swirled back out with a thought. After that discovery, well, it only made sense to have a new look every day. It only seemed to work on the colored portions of her hair. White stayed white and that was that, but that was hardly a downside. Not when she could look like this.
Her eyes took in the surroundings. A meadow in full swing, so green it almost glowed. Dotted through with the sunniest daffodils she'd ever seen, and ringing with bird song. She giggled to herself, eyeing the fluttering creatures. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" She sing-songed in parody of the twitterpated things. Wasn't that what her father had said? Well, minus the profanity. Birdsong this time of year was mainly breeding calls. She grinned foolishly.
Her own wings stretched skyward, gold-tipped feathers catching the sunlight like they could touch the clouds from way down here. A joyous whinny joined the birds, and she trotted up to the nearest stranger, kicking the air as she came to a halt. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" She greeted, tossing her head and catching wisps of nut brown hair on the tines of her antlers.
@[Jassal]
She inhaled a breath that filled her from head to hoof. Her skin rippled, buckskin streaking through with crimson and gold. She'd discovered it when the wind blew cold this past autumn. A shower of leaves had blown across her, their colors stuck fast. Bled into her, and swirled back out with a thought. After that discovery, well, it only made sense to have a new look every day. It only seemed to work on the colored portions of her hair. White stayed white and that was that, but that was hardly a downside. Not when she could look like this.
Her eyes took in the surroundings. A meadow in full swing, so green it almost glowed. Dotted through with the sunniest daffodils she'd ever seen, and ringing with bird song. She giggled to herself, eyeing the fluttering creatures. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" She sing-songed in parody of the twitterpated things. Wasn't that what her father had said? Well, minus the profanity. Birdsong this time of year was mainly breeding calls. She grinned foolishly.
Her own wings stretched skyward, gold-tipped feathers catching the sunlight like they could touch the clouds from way down here. A joyous whinny joined the birds, and she trotted up to the nearest stranger, kicking the air as she came to a halt. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" She greeted, tossing her head and catching wisps of nut brown hair on the tines of her antlers.
@[Jassal]