Andromeda
Neutral Mare

The meadow looked like a golden ocean, the way the yellow grass rippled in the wind. Both the wheat, and the sky contrasted like black and white. The land was golden, and vibrant against the dark gray sky which hung gloomily and unmoving. The air was cool, and the wind was colder. It wasn't the most beautiful day in the world but it could be worse. Yes, it could be raining, or snowing or even hailing. Oh dear, I think I may have spoke too soon. Small droplets of water came soaring down to the ground at terminal velocity. Okay, well it still could be worse. Things like this always seemed to happen to the gray mare who was scuttling along uneasily near the lake side. The world was a scary place for this neutral mare, and I don't blame her. Although she had looks with her dapple gray coat, and her deeply set chocolate eyes and her perfect face she was very uneasy and antisocial. She was timid and shy around other equine. Actually, she hasn't seen another horse in years. I feel sorry for her, actually. But anyways, today is the day she decided to come back out into society and give horses a try. It was a hard past for Andromeda, being beaten and almost killed numerous times by the lead stallion of her mothers herd. She would lay beaten on the ground barely breathing for hours. I'm surprised she didn't die. But that was the wost part was she /didn't/ die. She finally ran away from that place only to isolate herself for 3 years and loosing all ability to communicate for others. Again, it is a miracle she even stayed alive. But, you can only live once and Andromeda knew this. If she couldn't die she would go out and make the best of her situation. So that's her story, or a very brief outline of it. Everyone has their stories right?

Andromeda's gray masses moved quickly under her body as the golden ocean became trampled under her feet. Her bod was specked with rain, luckily she wasn't drenched yet. She had many different breeds in her, but the closest thing to one breed is thoroughbred x some sort of wild horse. She stands 15.1 hands high, and to some that's short but think of a 13 hand pony! She'd be a giant compared to him. It all depends on relativity. The whole world runs on relativity. Sometimes that whole theory was stupid, in Andromeda's eyes but it really wasn't. Just as the rain seemed stupid, but without it there would be no food, and no water, and without water each and every living thing on this earth would be dead. In fact they would have never existed in the first place. Then the whole relevance thing would not even be applicable. Am I confusing you? Sorry. But, this is how Andromeda thinks. She thinks of how it could be worse, then she thinks of how it could be better and some times she thinks of how it didn't even exist at all. Over all, shes the thinker type. She thinks before she speaks, before she moves and before she looks. She's not the spontaneous, type that's for sure and she doesn't have a quick tongue, which can save you a lot of trouble. Well actually, Andromeda doesn't have social skills. Well she does...but they're a tad bit rusty since she hasn't used them in 3 years. So it's to be expected.

As Andromeda came to the realization that there was no other equine even close to noticing her she began to relax. With relaxing came a small sigh. Her movement slowed but her muscles never ceased from their tense state. Her eyes still shifted from side to side and her ears never stopped twitching. This was the most relaxation that would come out of this mare for the time being. There was really no point in being so uptight, but she was so scared and so alone. She didn't know how to act and had no place to go. The world was a scary place when you where the only horse you know. Most equine would never admit their fear of being alone but in reality being alone is one of the most traumatizing thing for an equine. You're so venerable, and out there and alone. It's stupid how everyone claims that being alone is how it's preferred. Andromeda had lived alone for many years now, and she will tell anyone that it was the closest thing to hell that'd she's ever experienced. And now, it was almost worse. In a land that was completely foreign to her. All she could do was wander aimlessly though the lands until someone was kind enough to save her from herself. But until then she just wandered in a cruel cruel world.

Cool, lonely organ beat heavily and quickly as she heard another approach. Harks shifted back, as she tried to look confident, failing miserably. She stopped breathing for a moment, tensing up again her eyes staring out into no where. She was frozen there, like a block of tense bulk unmoving and not breathing. If she where human, underneath her gray fur would be a hue of blue. Run, run, run, run. Each and every instinct was telling her to flee, to take flight. But she didn't, all she could do was stand still and hope to hell that he didn't notice her. Moments passed, the stallion got closer. The gloomy sky seemed to hang lower than usual in the sky locking Andromeda in. Finally the lack of oxygen got to her and she had to breath. With a shaky gasp, oxygen once again coursed through her body, she began breathing again. Until she heard his voice. Her heart leaped into her throat, as she shifted her eyes to the albino stallion. She was still frozen in her spot. Run Andromeda, Run for your life! She didn't listen to her instinct, and she now would probably die.

She barely heard the words that sprung from his dark vocals, all she got was the last part `what is your sinning`. He was a dark horse, and that scared Andromeda even more. The reason she was an emotional wreck was because of the darks. Okay breath breath breath. And then, just before she was to open her mouth to speak, thunder clapped though the air. Again her heart leaped into her throat causing her not to breath again. She jumped, though she never took her eyes off of the stallion. Run. the little voice in her head whispered again, more persuasively than ever. And Andromeda almost did run, she almost hightailed it into the darkness of the squall. But she didn't. She couldn't. "An-an-Andromeda" She gulped, only hoping he wouldn't kill her. Then her body let her move again. She took a step back from the stallion, shifting her head down in submission. Her ears still back in a sad attempt to look tough. Breath breath breath breath.