Curses

The Snow Mustangs that had begun to appear in the other stables caught Smoky Ridge’s eye, as they showed remarkable versatility and were used to rough terrain and weather. The decision was made, and a letter would be sent to Royal Pirate Stables, inquiring about a Snow Mustang possibly coming to Smoky Ridge. The owner of Smoky Ridge bent over the paper, taking several long moments of staring out the window out at the pastures. Then the pen came to meet the paper, and words began to scrawl across the paper..

“Royal Pirate Stables-
Smoky Ridge would like to make a request to import one of your fantastic Snow Mustangs. We would love to have one of the AMI type, preferably a bay roan with a skunk tail and a dark mane and tail..”

After some amount of time, the letter was finished. With a sigh of satisfaction, it was enveloped and set back down on the wooden desk while the owner shrugged on a jacket and headed outside to send it.
Rain misted down lightly from the overcast sky as she made her way across the stable yard. With the rain, the pastures had become soggy. Handlers brought in the horses, sending them into the stalls one by one. Spite was being led in by one of the more muscular handlers, her dark chestnut filly ambling after her. A groom stepped inside the warm barn, shielded from the rain by a few feet, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto a nearby ledge. Spite spooked at it, skidding a few steps and ripping the lead rope from the unsuspecting grasp of the handler. Ears back and eyes rolling, she retreated with a shaky trot across the yard, towards the entrance of Smoky Ridge.

The owner quickly set down the letter in her hand on the fence of the Yearling's pasture, circling around so that she was in front of the loose mare, warding her off from the open road. Spite tossed her head, swiveling around to run back somewhat of the direction where her filly and handlers were. The groom closest to her grabbed the lead rope and tugged her into one of the bigger stalls.

The owner took a quick breath and stepped towards the mailbox, then realized she had left the letter on the Yearling's pasture fence. She turned around, walking fast to were the envelope had been left, hoping that it wasn't sopping wet. Dread seeped into her stomach when she saw the letter was nowhere to be seen.

"Curses!" she muttered loudly, then chuckled to herself as she noticed the irony of the situation. Curse himself stood in the Yearling's pasture, the envelope in his small mouth. He put a single hoof over the corner of the letter, holding it down to the ground while he tore at the envelope around it. With a firm tug, the envelope tossed what it had kept inside into midair. Once it had drifted back to the wet grass, he sniffed at it once or twice before grasping it with his mouth again and taking off.
"Hey, bring that back!" the owner shouted at him from the fence.
He immediately stopped, and turned toward her as if to reply, "What, you wanted this?" The letter curled with the moist breeze as it hung from his mouth. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as the stable owner jogging to where he stood. He backed step by step as she edged closer.
"Come on, now, give it to me, please?" she asked. He gave out a long sigh, and dropped the letter at her feet.

Thanking him, she made her way back to the the road by the stable yard, and placed the letter into the metal mailbox, hoping that RPS wouldn't mind a bit of yearling slobber and rain on it.
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Yay, I killed two birds with one stone, haha. Sending a letter to Royal Pirate Stables about Snow Mustangs and finally giving Blessing or a Curse a picture!
Don't you love Curse's different colored eyes?

Aaand once again I wrote a novel. Sorry...


Reference from ~GloomWriter - [link]
Paper texture - [link]
Artwork, Story, Smoky Ridge (c) ~BeauArrow
Background photo by myself.