these ones don't have stripes

Taking a trip through the lands to get a sense of what was what, the petite girl padded along quietly. Her aquamarine eyes lingered along the landscape when the sight of a crumbling building leading up to the shore caught her attention. More so than the odd structure was the sound of hooves thudding against dense sand. Her stomach rumbled quietly as she picked up her pace and made her way onto the balcony leading out to the beach. Hiding in the shadows with her midnight and ivory coat, she watched the small group of burro grazing on tall grass. Looking closely at them to see if one was sick, old, or young, easy enough for her to take down, she got ready to pounce.

Celeste Akizora