She had come from lands were order and honor reigned. Warriors were conditioned from scraps of carefree youth. She had gone through the same training but her free spirited personality clashed with her sires structured lands. So she freed both the burden of having to live in daily disappointment. Her training was useful though... She could hunt the faintest of scents, locate the distant of sounds, spot the slightest variations of the landscapes. This night was no different. Her vigilance made her well aware of the nights happenings. The wide eyed owl stationed above, a rodent scampered nearby, a family group of deer drinking at the river. Her nares flared as the winds brought new scents to her attention. She closed her globes and held her breathing so she could quiet herself to feel her surroundings...
She couldn't make out specifics of each scent but enough details to know of which species and possible recent where abouts. The one scent was also distantly familiar. Smelling of a stallion she recently met in the field. A stallion who seemed troubled but refused her offer of company. Guess he had a family and this must be a member. He smelled of redwoods and so did the nearing scent. It wasn't a stagnant scent but more new, more young. She dismissed it as non-threatening and shifted investigations to the next scent. Also a scent that was recently familiar... A viewing she had from the meeting grounds. A newcomer that seemed uneasy by the night that surrounded him. 'What twas he doing lurking about at night?' She pondered the why for a moment but found any answer she could fathem irrelevant. He had seemed to submissive, too frightened, too reliant to be much of a threat. Not of one she couldn't handle. So she waited... Watching as the golden hue approached the filly. A deep feeling surfaced, a need to protect, no an instinct, ingrained deep within her geno. Was it her make or her training that was surfacing. She stoodfast... Muscle tensed and ready to act. Like a lioness waiting in the tall grasses to pounce upon unsuspecting prey. She held her position and watched cautiously. The golden one spoke to the filly in a concerned tone. A question of her location on this late of an eve. She let the interaction play out undisturbed by her. Only a deep flutter of her nares to make her presence known to the newcomer...
Heed thy warning or prepare for thynes wrath
DANCING NEON
and i felt closer to the stars for having loved you
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