Post by Racechick on Jul 14, 2010 18:22:14 GMT -5
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T Do you know what that mean mayne?
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T Do you know what that mean?
She got her own house
She got her own car
Two jobs, Work hard, you a bad broad
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T Do you know what that mean?
She got her own house
She got her own car
Two jobs, Work hard, you a bad broad
Legacy
Golden mass crept into the abode, onyx banner clung to her boa. Her neck and shoulders were sweaty, her dark mahogany pools taking in the land. Emerald grasses were starting to spring up, a gently breeze swept through the land, tall oaks, pines, and firs littered the outskirts proudly. Her thick pillars carried her at a seemingly floating trot, her head low, muzzle nearly touching the ground. Coming to a halt, she folded her legs, collapsing to the ground with ease. She tossed and turned, trying to get every itchy spot on her bodice. A snort rang through her nares as dust engulfed her, the mare pulling herself to her feet.
Legacy shook her crania, ebony forelock draping over her left orb. Her black- tipped auds swiveled back and forth, awaiting the sound of another being. She was an independent fae, but sometimes it was nice just to have another horse around. Honey vixen had travel quite a ways to get here, mostly alone. She had come across a monarch butterfly, but it hadn't stayed too long. It had bright orange wings, small coal and ivory spots on the edges. Legacy pushed the thought to the back of her mind, looking out over the horizon. The sun was high, but the temperature was still tolerable.
Legacy shook her crania, ebony forelock draping over her left orb. Her black- tipped auds swiveled back and forth, awaiting the sound of another being. She was an independent fae, but sometimes it was nice just to have another horse around. Honey vixen had travel quite a ways to get here, mostly alone. She had come across a monarch butterfly, but it hadn't stayed too long. It had bright orange wings, small coal and ivory spots on the edges. Legacy pushed the thought to the back of her mind, looking out over the horizon. The sun was high, but the temperature was still tolerable.
Words- about 200
Muse- Thriving, but I'm no good at starter posts.
Extras- Independent by Weebie.
