Post by Deleted on May 19, 2014 21:03:01 GMT 10
Alancia - 3 year old, small, red roan mare
With her ears pinned back and sodden pelt, the young mare must have looked much smaller than she actually was at this point. Her hooves felt wet and heavy from her travels near the more...stormy lands. But, finally, something looked like it was going to give. Ahead of her, she could see a thick, green forest. It didn't look too hot, nor too cold either, which was the reason she was so drawn to it. Rising her head just a little taller, she paused,her nostrils flaring as she breathed in the scent of it. Finally, a place I can call home? The question lingered in her head a few moments longer before she gave her fur a hard shake - another useless attempt to get the mud stains off it - and began to walk onward in the direction of the forest.
Just overhead, she could see mountains in the distance. Yes, this place was perfect. Now, her legs were moving on their own, they knew what the mare wanted, and it was this beautiful place right here. A light nicker of happiness from her throat, and her gate picked up into a smooth, slow trot. Almost like a running in place kind of movement. She was so excited, yet she didn't want to just take off in a sprint. She didn't know if the land was claimed or even if there were predators on it. The red roan forced herself to slow down, her head and ears high and alert as she weaved her way into the trees. It was shady and cool, and her sides sunk in a bit as she let out a satisfied sigh. As she did so, every rib was visible, showing how thin she really was, and where she came from didn't have much to eat.
Her ears flicked, she could smell water. A snort of want, then she began to follow it's scent, coming to a small, yet still water, lake. She dipped her muzzle instantly into it, while her ears swiveled back and forth to listen for danger while she drank. Yes, this was the perfect place for her, she could learn to love it. With her thirst now drained, the mare bent her knees and flopped in-gracefully into the water, kicking up her legs to roll and clean the mud and dirt from her pelt. When she finally heaved herself back up and shook her pelt, she appeared more like the red roan she was. Fur dappled with grays and reds of all variety's. The tiny star in the middle of her forehead could now be seen. The only downfall now was that the wet fur made her look much more weak and thin than she really was, but she could deal with that.
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With her ears pinned back and sodden pelt, the young mare must have looked much smaller than she actually was at this point. Her hooves felt wet and heavy from her travels near the more...stormy lands. But, finally, something looked like it was going to give. Ahead of her, she could see a thick, green forest. It didn't look too hot, nor too cold either, which was the reason she was so drawn to it. Rising her head just a little taller, she paused,her nostrils flaring as she breathed in the scent of it. Finally, a place I can call home? The question lingered in her head a few moments longer before she gave her fur a hard shake - another useless attempt to get the mud stains off it - and began to walk onward in the direction of the forest.
Just overhead, she could see mountains in the distance. Yes, this place was perfect. Now, her legs were moving on their own, they knew what the mare wanted, and it was this beautiful place right here. A light nicker of happiness from her throat, and her gate picked up into a smooth, slow trot. Almost like a running in place kind of movement. She was so excited, yet she didn't want to just take off in a sprint. She didn't know if the land was claimed or even if there were predators on it. The red roan forced herself to slow down, her head and ears high and alert as she weaved her way into the trees. It was shady and cool, and her sides sunk in a bit as she let out a satisfied sigh. As she did so, every rib was visible, showing how thin she really was, and where she came from didn't have much to eat.
Her ears flicked, she could smell water. A snort of want, then she began to follow it's scent, coming to a small, yet still water, lake. She dipped her muzzle instantly into it, while her ears swiveled back and forth to listen for danger while she drank. Yes, this was the perfect place for her, she could learn to love it. With her thirst now drained, the mare bent her knees and flopped in-gracefully into the water, kicking up her legs to roll and clean the mud and dirt from her pelt. When she finally heaved herself back up and shook her pelt, she appeared more like the red roan she was. Fur dappled with grays and reds of all variety's. The tiny star in the middle of her forehead could now be seen. The only downfall now was that the wet fur made her look much more weak and thin than she really was, but she could deal with that.
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