07-24-2018, 10:41 AM
White legs carried her through short grasses on the outskirts of what was know as The Field. On one side of Sakara was the darkness of the trees and on the other was the light illuminating the open field. She felt comfort in the shadow, as she had spent most of her life in them. Not that she was a scared or timid soul. In fact it was the opposite. She was confident and considered herself powerful. She wasn’t afraid of anyone or anything, even though she should be.
Her build could only be described as small and weak looking. Bones protruded from her snow white coat, no matter how much she grazed. Often times her height was slightly deceiving, as she was tall for a mare. Once someone got close to her though, they could see how thin she really was. It was almost like a ghost was haunting the clearing. She had such an eerie feeling attached to her and she loved it. Her ghostly appearance often scared the younger souls. Not that she cared for them all that much.
Ice blue eyes scanned the field like a predator looking for prey. Who would she decide to talk to today? She started to walk slightly faster, still in the shadows of the trees. Knotted hair fell around her thin nose with every step that she took. As she moved closer to the sparkling waterfall, the air started to smell of water. Sakara wasn’t sure if it was the sun glistening off of the lake or the light smell of the air, but she was reminded of a happier and simpler time.
Visions of foals running through a forest by a stream shot through her head. There were several playing and tackling each other. The ghost white one never was caught because she was too fast. She feared to be caught but she was afraid of many things at that time. Whenever the young souls played, they would always play by the water.
Sakara snapped back to the present with a whinny of another horse in the field. A smile played on her lips remembering the fond memories of her childhood. The timid foal that she had been and the mare that she was now were like polar opposites. Sometimes she wondered what event in her life made her into a strong, but cold soul. Was it one big thing or several small event strung together? She suspected she knew. As those thoughts started to creep into her mind, she shook her ghostly head to get them out.
Her build could only be described as small and weak looking. Bones protruded from her snow white coat, no matter how much she grazed. Often times her height was slightly deceiving, as she was tall for a mare. Once someone got close to her though, they could see how thin she really was. It was almost like a ghost was haunting the clearing. She had such an eerie feeling attached to her and she loved it. Her ghostly appearance often scared the younger souls. Not that she cared for them all that much.
Ice blue eyes scanned the field like a predator looking for prey. Who would she decide to talk to today? She started to walk slightly faster, still in the shadows of the trees. Knotted hair fell around her thin nose with every step that she took. As she moved closer to the sparkling waterfall, the air started to smell of water. Sakara wasn’t sure if it was the sun glistening off of the lake or the light smell of the air, but she was reminded of a happier and simpler time.
Visions of foals running through a forest by a stream shot through her head. There were several playing and tackling each other. The ghost white one never was caught because she was too fast. She feared to be caught but she was afraid of many things at that time. Whenever the young souls played, they would always play by the water.
Sakara snapped back to the present with a whinny of another horse in the field. A smile played on her lips remembering the fond memories of her childhood. The timid foal that she had been and the mare that she was now were like polar opposites. Sometimes she wondered what event in her life made her into a strong, but cold soul. Was it one big thing or several small event strung together? She suspected she knew. As those thoughts started to creep into her mind, she shook her ghostly head to get them out.