[enys]

[Enys]

I guess, Enys. That this is where we've come to, Mare. If you don't want to, 14.2HH. Then you don't have to believe me, Neutral. But I won't be there when you go down, N/A Herd. Just so you know now, N/A Rank. You're on your own now believe me, Mustang. I don't want to be the one to blame, 3 years old. You like fun and games, She is neither evil, nor good, for she is a horse - not an angel, nor a devil. You can't command her for every single thing or she will use each and every of her resources to break free of you. However, if she is part of a herd of any sort, she will listen to the lead mare and stallion, not completely but a good amount, as that is the way of the horse, yes? Her actions sometimes may be viewed as silly or stupid sometimes but that is just the way she is, for she is still young and has time to learn. There is not necessarily one definite personality of hers, why should or would there be? Do not view her as stupid, as that is not what she is. She dislikes those who fake the way they act, for there is no point, act the way you want to act. She does not give up, if she is stuck in a rut, she will do anything possible to pull herself out of it. If she dislikes you, you're on your own, buddy, she will leave you standing in the dust. She lives life because it's life, there will be hard times, bad times, but there will be good times, and swell times.. Keep playing em, Her mother and father were in the same herd, most obviously and they had mated, her father with other mare's as well, and in months later, she was born. She played with the other foals, like any normal foal would do and all was well. It was not till she was two did anything shake, a big storm had hit and she got separated from her herd. So now she wanders, as far as she can from bachelors, usually. I'm just saying, Life, you always wonder what's going to happen, what is going to happen to you, as well as yourself and those around you. The ways of thinking of it, always differed, of course, as each horse had their own unique personality but it came up in the head's of many equine's who were old enough to think for themselves.

Her cranium was filled with little to no thoughts, her facial features giving off nothing. She could feel the wind as it whipped around her bodice, encircling her, loving her, pushing and pulling through her, they were the one and the same, she just happened to have an actual body. Her breath was heavy, sweat dripped off slowly off her bodice, the wind and earth picking it up for their own. Now this, this, it was pure bliss, to run far, long, and hard with little to no thoughts running through your brain. She could die in pure bliss, doing this..