Spida

[spides]

Spides
"just because I'm losing,"

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NOBLE
5yo, 15hh black/brown leopard spotted Appaloosa(x) mare.


"doesn't mean I'm lost!"

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Spida is an outgoing and reasonably sociable mare, though with high expectations of both herself and others. She is confident, and can appear quite controlling, not liking when life doesn't go as to her own plans, but such is really little more than a power of will. Do not expect to walk over the top of this young being, as she, though small or slight as she may seem, won't go unheard.
She's seldom frightened both by threats and events, having only the life experiences to tell her 'it's always going to be okay'. Spida is quick to form impressions of those around her, and can occasionally be a little too cold to one she does not particularly take a liking to. She can be found to be quite careless with showing her often vivid emotions, she can rarely hide them and can never tell a faultless lie. Her eyes, full of expression tend to tell all to one who can read them.
Spida is full of energy, and rarely enjoys to stand still for long. There is a world to be experienced, and a settled, usual life is not how she would hope to live her days.
Underneath a what can be perceived as a fiery exterior, there is quite the softer side that lies inside. She is a loyal, willing companion, and any favour will be returned. Her heart won't be given to anyone, but once shared it is an endless gift.

"just because I'm hurting,"

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(Please excuse, I haven't role played in quite the while. Bet you haven't heard that one before :P)

It was times like these that Spida loathed her dam. The sweet, spotted mare that had nursed her from the fragile set of long limbs that she was named for, to the elegant femininity that was stolen soon after slight maturity. It was hard to forget the classic tales she told, the beauties and their powerful studs, the purest loves and the perfect endings. Each day and night she was transfixed, knowing, or was it only hoping that one day she too would be a character in such an endless romance.

It was also such a time that she wished she had never left her dam, never grown up. That the hope of love had never left her, the dreamy trance in which the stories placed her naive head never floated far away. The world had never been a cruel place to this spotted femme, only a place of business, eating and drinking, moving and sleeping. Living and dying. How long now 'til her time came? Would it be soon, by an event driven by her desire to be something more? Or would she live to an old, crippling age, having seen too much, lived too long.

Before long, her long coloured neck had reached close enough to the ground, spotted muzzle feeling the dampened tips of the cool foliage. Striped hooves licked the soil and clicked with each slow, tired step forward towards some form of new life. The sun was soon to set, and with all left might in the mare's steadying heart, she hoped it would rise and give direction to a louder, prouder way of living.

"doesn't mean I'm hurt!"

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