Woman in Black (OPEN)

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Iris

Iris was a fully grown mare in her mind; and her body showed that she was a three year old; only to become four in the next Summer. The mare had never seen snow before. Ever; it was quite a sight to see the young mare, frolicking through it. She was jumping and bucking all through the land that was called the plains. Iris hadn’t met any other horses yet, she’d been recovering on the beach the whole time. The young mare snorted through her nostrils.
She knew she would be picked out quickly from the crowd; Her voice was defiantly different from those from the mainland. It was something the mare didn’t exactly like. Back on Kakuhura; Cyril was most likely the one being looked at. Since he was the first born son, and Heir.
She couldn’t fathom being watched like him. Sure, it must have been like that in her first year of life. Being looked at for being the first daughter and only child at the time. But Iris was unaware then. Her mind was mostly having siblings. Which mainly consisted of the whole herd now.
When she would meet a horse; she wouldn’t try and hold back anything, or lie at all. She didn’t want to have a bad reputation within the mainland; But if the topic arouse; about her being an islander, she wouldn’t hold back. In fact; she was quite proud of her heritage. And she would gladly tell whoever asked.
The mare was burying her nose into the snow. Her skunk tail swishing back and forth. Thoughts flying through her head.
Cyril and her Father would defiantly be mad at her once she came back, so long as she enjoyed the mainland; she didn't have to worry about that until she faced it.

[sapheeria]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height,801,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:url(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/235/b/7/saphy_wip_by_seele_studio-d5c4uly.png);] The young filly had watched from the hills as the older mare had messed around in the snow. She nickered soft enough that no one could hear, her ears pricked towards the mare. It looked as if the mare had never seen snow. Chiquita snorted, shaking her mane out again. It was almost a sub-conscious action for her. She had never seen this mare before, but could tell that something was different about her. The way she acted was so different from horses of the Mainland. What was she doing here? Finally, with curiosity killing her, she whinnied, calling out to the mare. Slowly, she made her way down the hill at a steady trot, her pupils shifting in their sockets. ooc. work in progress. :3

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Iris

Iris took a deep breath, finally stopping with her bucking and all sorts. She did admit; her hocks were frozen to the bone; but they weren't as cold as she would think they would be. Since she had excitement running through her veins.
Her ears suddenly perked up. hearing a voice come up from on the hill.
Oh a mare? She'd never happened across a mare who looked like her on the islands. So it was obvious she was from the Mainland. Iris quickly trotted up to her, her face holding onto a happy expression. "Hello there! A pleasure to meet you. I am Iris."
The young mare dipped her head a little in front of the Mainlander. And quickly lifted it back up.