01-17-2022, 07:19 PM
Cryil
tatter x rishiri
This was a good of a place as any. The field is where the wayward went to find homes and Cryil was no different. She did not have the energy to play cat and mouse and carry on coy conversations while she twitched and skittered playfully about. Cryil was certainly not that dainty kind of mare.Standing at a clear 16.2 hands, she is leggy and well formed. Her blood saw to that. She stands with the likes of warriors instead of trapped damsels. The blood bay paint embodies and enjoys her statuesque form and uses it to part the clusters of tittering mares, enthralled in gossip and slitted eyes. Cryil pays it to mind as she finds her own little plot of ground to stand with the warmth of spring sunlight warms her spine.
Idly, the two toned tail flicks over her hip to stir the fresh crop of spring flies. The grass was sweeter this year but the insects wasted no time to nibble at her tender flank. She sighs and kicks a leg out in sheer annoyance before con tuning her grazing. Hopefully someone would be along soon so she could leave this damn field.
it's short but come scoop her up
shes ready to go.