Post by starlingshour on Aug 24, 2009 20:42:58 GMT -5
Vintage
Give me just one reason, one good reason, for why I should stay with the likes of you.
[/size][/color]Give me just one reason, one good reason, for why I should stay with the likes of you.
Squish. That sound had filled her ears for the last twenty minutes. Squish. There it was again. That dreaded noise. Squish. Where was the dry? When would she escape all of this wet? And then it began to rain. The mare felt like crying. Squish. The silver on her hide was now a mucky brown. The chestnut of the rest of her coat was dotted with mud. Squish. She felt like a dirty creep. No one would want her now. Squish.
It was heartbreaking that no one had wanted her at Horse Head Fields. It was humilating that no one wanted her at the Love and Lust grounds. Squish. Vintage almost squealed with delight when she saw a clean pond off to her left. She picked up her pace. Squish, squish, squish, sploooosh! The mud had tripped her. The dirty muck covered her sides and front now. Pulling herself up the mare again started for the pond. Squish, squish, squish. Finally she reached the waters edge.
The pond was cool against her skin but soon she grew numb to it. Dipping herself under the water she shook her body. The mud loosened and fell from her drop dead gorgeous coat. Her mane fell long; below her neck line. As tall as Vintage was she still sported a tail that dragged along the forest floor. In this place her tail would be grimy all the time. Unless by sum miracle there was a way to stay on dry land. Oh how she longed for dry land.
Vintage had almost fogotten that dreaded noise, but then she stepped out of the lake. Squish. She groned. The rain drummed against her shapely bodish. A thick fog surrounded her and, truth be told, she was not quite sure which way she should go. Maybe if she stayed here the leader of this land would come and find her. It was a vane thought but she truly wished that the leader was a male. A shiver ran down her spine and a small smile played upon her lips at the mere thought.
Squish, squish, squish. Completely out of the water now she shook. Of course it would do her no good because of this dreaded rain but the action was involuntary and she couldn't stop herself. This place wasn't much to look at really. Just some trees, fog, and of course the muck that lined her hooves. Why couldn't she have ended up somewhere pleasent for once?
