* SIMONA

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Stands at approximately 15.1 hands. her pelt is a soft palomino shade which gets lighter down her legs, forming four bright cream-coloured socks. Her mane and tail share that same blonde colour, and are of average length. her eyes are a scorching amber, rendering her gaze quite piercing. Her build is neither slender nor bulky, but something in-between the two. Her size and general physique would most likely support her in a fight, though when it comes to confronting stallions, the odds would not be in her favour.

Sarcastic but quite enchanting in her own personal way, this rather mysterious mare opens up only to certain equines whom she trusts fully. She's generally a silent, polite character, passing by unnoticed, unless the intense vibes she tends to give off betray her. Although that doesn't mean she cannot get herself heard if she wishes to. She barely ever voices her opinion, but when she does, she'll most likely be right, for she always wants to be right. Quite usually this implies that she will stick to her opinion regardless of how illogical it might seem, a tendency that causes others to label her 'stubborn', although it takes nothing more than another individual to calmly explain a different point of view to change her mind. Regardless of gender or appearance, she will look down on most new acquaintances unless something about them captures her attention. She can be quite charming when he wants something... the trick is finding out what.

Like plenty other mares, she can be very aggressive at certain moments, although for Simona that only tends to happen when it's absolutely necessary. She does not specialize in the field of controlling her temper, but talking will always be her default strategy before it is decided that a fight is to occur. She's protective and loyal of the ones that have earned her trust and respect, but she keeps a short distance from the rest. She can be really wild when angered, though she usually makes a valiant attempt to not reach that state of mind at all. Of course, that doesn't mean she never loses her patience, because when she does, it is easy to tell she's out of her mind, and will rage on the first face that is unfortunate enough to cross her path.

Heavy hooves crashed against the tough ground, her silver and gold bracelets capturing her attention as they rang in her ears. The sound was annoying, but they were beautiful. Her amber gaze landed upon them as they shone in the remainder of the sunlight. How was she craving for this moment the entire day. The unforgiving sun was burning her sleek golden coat, but now the coolness of the darkness would finally give it a break. And a chance to shine once again maybe? She wasn't spending the night alone, was she? She had made all the way to the pretty beach of the East Cove for a reason. That would be... a reason she wasn't sure about, yet.

Simona pushed her way down the coast, letting her blonde mane and tail float gracefully behind her in the soft, evening breeze. The beach was empty? She paused, speechless, as the cold liquid gently licked the tip of her hooves, and then rushed back towards the ocean. Such a thing she wasn't expecting. She had only come here for company, something she barely ever did. And now that she had finally chosen to do it, fortune was playing games with her, games she wouldn't put up with. She was going to speak with someone. She didn't care if that someone ended up to be a tree, or the ocean itself.

The last sun rays quietly soaked her cream-orange socks as they slowly reigned behind the soft purple mountains in the horizon. She was still waiting for her 'someone' to show up. She knew he, or she, would. So what, was she waiting for her prince or something? No. Yes. Both. She shook her head in despair, it had been a long time since she had last spoken to another equine. That explained the insanity that filled her mind the last few days. She remembered her few, unsuccessful acquaintances on the island. They had all been awful. Well, almost. Hers and Cheshire's was not awful. It was sweet. But that didn't matter. It was gone, and she probably would never see him again. Would she meet another charming stallion that would 'break' her bitchy nature like he had done, though? She would.. wait and see...