Patchwork

The young Mustang stallion entered the Prairie, head and tail held high. He neighed, tossing his head eagerly as he bucked. But as soon as all four hooves touched the ground, he was off, at a quick gallop, his mane and tail blowing back as they were acrried by the wind. It was getting chilly, but he could deal with it. His breed had 'adapted' to the harsh living conditions in the wild, so he felt confident. Even though he had no herd yet, he was still proud. Now prancing, he slowed and lifted his legs higher. But after a while of that, he stopped completely, his head turning, allowing his dark eyes to scan the terrain before him. It was good enough for now, at least. Sighing a snort, he lowered his head and began grazing on the tall blades of grass, lipping up some here and there. He took small steps in between bites as he flicked his tail around, ears swiveling with every noise. He may not look quite alert as he was, but he had every sense working perfectly.

Permenant

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Permenant stood upon a rise, onyx optics set upon the young stallion. the arabic fatale stood regally upon a rise, her hawks pricked. it was chilly, but it didnt faze Permenant. onyx and ivory hide glints in the sunlight, untouched and unclaimed. she whinnied a loud call, rearing high into the air. forelegs slash the air, hawks flatten for a moment. haunches bunch, she lands and bolts forward. Permenant lifted her finely crafted arabic dial, advancing towards the stud at an easy canter. slowing to a prancy gait, she lifted her banner and arched her nape. diamonds rise and fall in smooth motion, she slows once more now, only a few yards away from the stud. Permenant stood, watching the painted stallion. she had made a move to him, now it was his turn to reply.

When I was born, 4 years ago, my dam titled me PERMANENT. My blood is COLD, pure ARABIAN. The Devil cursed me a BITCH then painted me EBONY AND IVORY overo. My history is UNKNOWN to all but myself. Come, enter the wrath of AYESHA.

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