11-01-2011, 10:50 PM
Horses had always fascinated Pearl. She had ridden them when she was young but had never owned her own. They were such magnificent creatures, powerful yet graceful, beasts yet intelligent. So many contrary characteristics. Then again, so were many wolves. She herself was complicated. Shy but free-spirited, passionate yet quiet.
Pearl headed to the stable to see what kinds of horses there were. She had never been to the Cour des Miracles’s stables so she approached them with uncertainty. Were wolves without horses allowed in here? She hoped so and assumed so but one never knew. She gently and slowly opened the door, peering inside as she did so.
All she saw was a slightly younger male petting a horse. A large black horse. He seemed a bit scary but seemed gentle, at least with the man. She figured it was OK to come in and opened the door the rest of the way and then closed it as soon as she entered it. Pearl stood in the doorway, looking around. She wasn’t sure what to do now that she was here. Should she approach a random horse? That seemed dangerous. So she stayed where she was, unsure of how to proceed.
Pearl headed to the stable to see what kinds of horses there were. She had never been to the Cour des Miracles’s stables so she approached them with uncertainty. Were wolves without horses allowed in here? She hoped so and assumed so but one never knew. She gently and slowly opened the door, peering inside as she did so.
All she saw was a slightly younger male petting a horse. A large black horse. He seemed a bit scary but seemed gentle, at least with the man. She figured it was OK to come in and opened the door the rest of the way and then closed it as soon as she entered it. Pearl stood in the doorway, looking around. She wasn’t sure what to do now that she was here. Should she approach a random horse? That seemed dangerous. So she stayed where she was, unsure of how to proceed.