This was never the way I planed;;

[kirjava]

ooc;; trying this in a new style - bear with me.

This was never the way I planned
Not my intention...

I own a ginger like pelt. It frames me well enough. Tones me, some say. My crest produces a soft buttery tapestry - it's supposed to protect me from bugs. I have what some call stockings on my legs. There over flashy if you ask me. But they work well for support, when I need them. I'm called Shilla. Just Shilla. Some think, I need something on the end to finish off my name, but I disagree. Don't you? Stags like the looks of me, small, compact, and not overly frisky, I guess. I've been told by countless drowlers. I don't get that. I’m new to these lands. Though I can smell more equines, with every length of stride it gets stronger. I hope I can get to someone soon. I'm growing tired. Should I dare to sleep? Not yet. No, not yet.
Moving at this pace, a naturally three beat canter, can get tiring. I've been going for miles. My feet are hurting. My left foot feels cracked; though I'm too scared to stop, what’s on this island? Only equines. Hopefully. Know I was getting to tired, and slowed my pace. Snorting with a jolt, I looked back, I was right. My hoof had cracked. It wasn't a big crack, no, just a centimetre or so. But it hurt. Nothing unbearable. Of course. Looking ahead, I realized that wow, a clearing. Finally the forest was gone. It's not like I was going to fast to realize this, but when you’re distracted by pain, your mind doesn't take some things in. That’s my excuse. I'm sticking to it. Sigh. I'm full of excuses today. Have been for a while. I'm looking for a new start. A new being, really that’s all. If you look my over, it's not like I had a terrible first start, no. I enjoyed my previous life to a point. It was fun, yet dull. Have you ever been stuck in a rut? Well that was like the first five years or so of my life. To easy - to relaxed. Now, I would like some adventure, wouldn't you? So that’s why I'm here. Not much, eh? My mane was irritating the delicate hairs on one side of my neck, so simple solution, shake crest until it stops. Hence, I did. Extending my neck to a farther length, I shook myself, my whole body quivered for about thirty seconds. I even forgot the pain in my foot for a moment. - Well time to go meet my audience. - I muttered. Only intended to be a simple inside you head remarks, but I let those out sometimes. Everyone makes mistakes, right? I'm not convincing anyone is I? No.

Us girls we are so Magical,
Soft skin, red lips so
Kissable.
Hard to resist- so touchable.
to good to deny it...

So, I stepped out in the clearing, my palomino classed coat, shone lightly, my crevices unhidden. It's rather embarrassing to be this shiny. I mean, I like the looks of my coat, I wouldn't change it for the world, but really, I don't have to be this shiny. It looks like a human owns me. Though I assure you I'm not, and I never was. Sigh. I'm not convincing, even with the truth. Laugh if you please. So this clearing, Was, empty. Wow. Though I could smell some equines, my legs, they just weren't up for travelling. I was getting dehydrated. You probably could see my ribs as well. So instead of taking the path were, I go and be a social monarch- which frankly I wasn't in the mood for, I'm going to stand here, and grass my little heart out. Sure I don't like these green grasses, but really, when you’re hungry, your hungry, right? So my lips pushed apart, and I started to graze, ravenous, and rather pathetic looking. Maybe someone will come to me. Show me around. That pain in my foot, it's dulled quite a bit since I started standing still.


So I'm called Shilla
I'm classed with the palomino's.
If you test my blood, I'd be a mustang
I'm rather short, at only 14.2 hands
My decision - is with the light. Their to much darkness in the world as it is.

[650 words]

[Vel]

Daggers struck the ground in a rythmical three beat pace. Beautiful arabian neck arched and shook. Pure ebony form hidden in the shadows of the trees. He continued to canter onward, loving every minute of it. He swished his tail at the pesky bugs. There were too many on hot, summer days like these. Three beat gait soon slowed to a long, slow two beat trot. He soon stopped not far from a small stream of cool, clear flowing water. He walked up to it. He dipped his maw down do drink the crystal clear liquid that flowed. When he had quenched his thirst his head shot up at the sound of something nearby. His ebony orbs looked for what was making the sound. Auds flicked to search for it. He heard something a few yards in front of him. He got into a stance that would let him fight or flee. He watched. Nothing. He kept on watching. He knew something was in there. He soon let his guard down when a doe and her newly born fawn stepped out of the bushes. He nodded his head to her as a sign that he meant no harm to her or the fawn. She nodded back and walked on with her fawn. He smiled as they left. He was glad that deer did not mean any harm, for every equine would be in danger. The island had many deer on it. They were still rareluy seen though. Such elusive creatures. He had always wondered how they kept from those that would cause them harm.

Soon after the deer had left, he picked up a brisk trot. His powerful hindquarters propelled him along the groudn. He snorted and bucked, moving into a fast canter. He stayed along the water's edge. The river soon grew wider and deeper. He slowed down as a gut of warm air blew through his charcoal mane, and whipped it around his neck. The wind carried the scent of a fellow equine somewhere ahead of him. He threw his head and slowly walk on. His auds and orbs darted around looking for the other equine somewhere. He walked for about five or six minutes when their scent was stronger. He walked in the direction it ha come from. The river began to size down now. He new it was probably ending in a pond or a small lake up ahead. As he moved the trees became less dense as he neared the clearing. He stopped when he saw the form of another equine a few hundred yards away from himself. He whinnied cautiously, for he did not if they were a friend or a foe. He was ready either way.

ooc// i like your new style. i feel guilty writing so little when you ahve so much, i kind of lost my muse.

[kirjava]

ooc;; thank you, i think it suits this horse only though, i tried it on jentry- didn't work. lol. and you post is plenty long.


I'm beginning to feel lonely. I've been feeling this way all along, yes. But it's just sinking in right now. I'm not occupied enough. Thats' it. Trying to focus on green grass. Trying, yet failing. I'm good at doing that I guess. Failing. Does one ever get used to feeling so deprived- when they fail of course. I was exhaling deeply. Just like a sigh. Though not quite so prominent. Okay, who was i kidding, Grazing, is boring even on a good day. Stepping forward on my cracked hoof, I couldn't keep that 'pained' expression from flicking on my face. Even if I was only a horse to some, that can't stop me from showing expression. Okay, I was right in the middle of wincing, when a whinny, though a cautious, softly toned vocal caught my attention. My Two toned head snapped quickly to the side, and looked around. Fretful eyes were tracing over the Terra. Nothing. This was my imagination right? Surely- in my week or two of solitude, my head was compromising, and making this up. Surely that was the solution, but - who would stop me if I was to reply, Even if to nothing, someone might hear, someone might come. Might, is an awfully powerful word to a person mind. It gives them hope. Hope when theirs nothing to hope for. In this situation I believed I had something to hope for. Something. So I raised my head, and nickered back. As loudly as my raspy tones would allow. I gave an answer. Hoping that I was indeed answering someone, and not my imagination out loud.