Is anyone looking? (open)

[mojave]

There was other equines here and that was what draw her in. A tired look to her striving bay body, but even with the grass at her hooves asking to be eaten she dared not nibble. She worried she would be judged. Knowing the world was cruel she was a confusing little weakling of a mare. Her ribs, her hips poking out of her skin said to the world she just barely made it though the winter season. Brown eyes look around her as she slowly made her way into the pretty meadow. Her stomached ached for food, but the eyes of other looking at her. Watching her draw her away from eating it. Coming to a stop under the rays of the mid afternoon sun she stood out in the middle of the field. Her ears on alert on her head, but her head was also lowered in a shy manner. Eyes looking down at the food she wanted it, but forced herself to look at her hooves instead. What was she doing? She liked being around the others in the meadow, but she had no idea what to do now that she was there.

ooc: Open to anyone and sorry it is so blah. New char so she'll get better in time.

[irae]

REQUIEM

Ebon locks fell softly over Requiem's grey eyes as he took his time walking across the claiming meadow. While he did not look upon the claiming of mares as simple objects as at all right, he did realize the need for herd members. Before it had all been so easy. Due to Raiga's rule, Requiem was well known, and mares normally can in search of his lands to have a home that was both well guarded and where they could relax peacefully. Here it was not so, for he was just one in a hundred others, and he roamed without others knowing his name. His face remained stoic as ever, the months of roaming hadn't changed the unfeeling creature within as he desperately hoped it would have. No, Requiem's heart remained cold, softly beating within his chest where he could no longer feel it. It worried him, as it always had and always would, but he had learned to ignore it.

Requiem's bay pelt shone delicately in the sun, drawing attention to the ribs that just barely stuck from his sides and the long legs beneath him that gave him a very light frame. His body stood tall at a bit over seventeen hands, but he would forever be of a pacifist nature. He had the size to fight, but not the spirit. Violence wasn't the answer to the problems he faced. His eyes roved across the expanse before him, looking at all the pairs of equines that talked amongst themselves, their voices creating a low murmur like a gurgling stream. To the right of him he saw another mare, a bay like himself, with her head hanging. Having no where else to wander, and looking for some conversation himself, he walked towards her, clearing his throat as he got close to alert her to his presence. "Hello, miss." Ah, Requiem, quite the man of few words. He used them sparingly, and thoughtfully. Never one to throw around frivolous words that had no usefulness.