Aboveboard Regrets; Don't Let me Freeze [OPEN]

[Pyrrhüloxia]

<sub>Ardilace strode quietly into the field. She had never been here before, wonder what lie? The skies overhead were overcast, and the tiniest sprinkle of snow dotted the bright green grass. The orange paint mare scanned the horizon, her ears tingling in the slight chill. Autumn had faded and now winter was obviously upon this land, this land known as Sobibor. Her son, Preston, was to be weaned soon. Next week sometime. He was still suckling at a age he shouldn't be, but how could she resist babying the darling? He was the spitting image of her mate before he passed on. The memory had her eyes welling with shimmering tears, the powdery pink flesh around her dazzling eyes became reddish. Slowly the stunning mustang mare walked further into the field, unknowing of what place this was. She lowered her head and munched at the grass, letting strands of it caress her delicate lips with their smooth, frosty surface.

Ardilace matched the land perfectly. The trees had yet a ways to go before their brown leaves left their masters bare. The whiteness of her coat splashed cleanly with vibrant orange made her stick out more in the middle of this barren place, and yet complimented the serenity of such a still, dead place. It was almost frightening to be alone here, yet the comfort of knowing her young son was asleep in the woods, warm and cozy comforted her more than anything. If only they had a land to be in, a herd to relate to. Ardilace continued to munch the waning grass, both auds listening to the misty air that surrounded her. She thought she heard the rustle of leaves and grass, as though someone drew near... perhaps it was just the wind.</sub>

[Pink Rose]

Captain
If You
Ain't Dead
Yet...

Captain was striding into the lands. He was young, three years old, but alreayd lustful. He was just dying to breed. His mother warned him not to get into this, but he ignored her. Captain shook his mane, his brilliant white mane. He wished mares wouldn't follow him, for he was white, was not only was easy to see, but he was quite handsome. It was funny, they would actually ask to be bred. It was his desicion, not theirs. Anyway, now, he wanted to breed again. He wanted a unique mare, a beautiful one. Captain smirked, as he sensed a mare near.

As he approached the mare, he stumbloed on some leaves and grass. God forbid! I can't be the least bit quiet around here?He rolled his eyes and from a distance, examined her. Captain had to hold in a whickered. She was gorgeous, and blended in with the surrounding scene. He strided up to her, his eyes were narrowed. "Fae, you better tell me your name and quick. Or some other stallion's gonna come and get'cha." Captain chuckled and stood short distance, if she went violent.

I'll Make
Sure You
Die...