The Woman Has Come [OPEN]

[J u l i e t a ♥]

They'll make you cry, baby
And then blame it on you

She was not used to being alone. This fae that wandered the beach with her tiara raised high and her pretty little lips pursed into a straight line. Oh she was a sight for sore eyes. Her pink markings shone bright clashing with the beach below. The great contrast between her grey frame and her black strips added nice contours to her bodice. She was sleek, but heavy muscled, thanks to her breeding. Even her horns seemed perfectly portioned and rounded.

But, with beauty came it's beast. She was a bitch. She loved to put down other equines and to be honest, she was strutting around the beach looking to do just that. Leaving home a few days ago had made her socially isolated. At this point, she could use a little pick me up. All she needed was to feel wanted, admired. But with no one on the beach that she could see, she was out of luck.

Front hooves struck at the ground with such force as she pawed at the sand in anger. It was sent flying all around her as she snorted and her brow furrowed even more. She was less beautiful when she put on this face, more of a monster than a beauty. But it was her markings and frame that attracted the boys, not her face. For she had markings that many would die for. She had wide hips, it almost seemed as if she was made for this earth just to be a breeding piece. And truly, one half of her breed was put on that earth for a similar reason.

She always just seemed bitter at the world and as she walked along she chanted in side her head, Stupid beach, stupid water, where are all the colts? The ugly mares?. Little did she know she was soon in for a surprise. Someone was lurking nearby and about to give her the fright of her life.

They'll hate you if you're pretty
They'll hate you if you're not