04-07-2016, 01:51 PM
The sound of an ear-splitting neigh echoed toward the birds flying through the sky, startling a couple of them a few moments. Once they righted themselves, they took off as if nothing ever happened, though a number did glare down at the horse they knew had made that sound.
Iona couldn't help it; she was feeling rather good today. Spring always made her this happy; it was her favorite season, so it made sense. She loved being able to run through the fresh field grass, as she had been doing all season. She'd arrived shortly before the end of winter, a few days ahead of when the mares here that were pregnant by stallions that had decided to do so without laying claim were due.
Or perhaps they were mares that escaped? Not that it mattered a whole lot to Iona anyways. Not as long as she had room to run and feel the wind in her mane.
On this particular day, she'd already been on quite an exhilarating morning run. She'd covered a good distance of the field, and was now lingering in the tall grass down the slope from where the waterfall fell into the pond at the foot of the cliffside. A couple of other mares peppered the landscape, their steadily growing foals romping around and playing excitedly.
Iona did admit, she missed those days. Back in her home herd, she'd helped take care of the little ones, and was not afraid to admit the day when she would have one of her own excited her.
There was just one problem; the stallions. Every one she'd met up until now was incredibly crude toward her, something she disliked immensely. Before any of them could get to her, she'd taken off, and hadn't stopped traveling until she got far away from them. She'd traveled for a few months before arriving here, where it seemed the field was the only place where stallions didn't linger in every area trying to catch or claim a mare.
That would happen eventually, but for right now, Iona would enjoy the peace and quiet. A couple of neighs brought her attention to the mares grazing nearby; it seemed the mothers were calling for their little ones, a few of whom had started to drift over to Iona to investigate the chocolate flaxen mare.
Seeing the distress some of the mares expressed, possibly because Iona was technically a stranger and those mares all knew each other, the flaxen mare nickered at the foals, encouraging them to return to their dam's sides. Though curious, the foals took off back to the band of mares, a couple laying down for a nap while others proceeded to nurse and ease their hunger.
Iona stayed where she was, knowing it was wise to keep her distance. After a moment, she turned and decided to head for the waterfall, feeling that a nice, long drink, and maybe a short nap would help her in her search for relaxation.
(Iona is free to be claimed by a herd stallion, or approached by a kingdom resident/representative to be recruited)
Iona couldn't help it; she was feeling rather good today. Spring always made her this happy; it was her favorite season, so it made sense. She loved being able to run through the fresh field grass, as she had been doing all season. She'd arrived shortly before the end of winter, a few days ahead of when the mares here that were pregnant by stallions that had decided to do so without laying claim were due.
Or perhaps they were mares that escaped? Not that it mattered a whole lot to Iona anyways. Not as long as she had room to run and feel the wind in her mane.
On this particular day, she'd already been on quite an exhilarating morning run. She'd covered a good distance of the field, and was now lingering in the tall grass down the slope from where the waterfall fell into the pond at the foot of the cliffside. A couple of other mares peppered the landscape, their steadily growing foals romping around and playing excitedly.
Iona did admit, she missed those days. Back in her home herd, she'd helped take care of the little ones, and was not afraid to admit the day when she would have one of her own excited her.
There was just one problem; the stallions. Every one she'd met up until now was incredibly crude toward her, something she disliked immensely. Before any of them could get to her, she'd taken off, and hadn't stopped traveling until she got far away from them. She'd traveled for a few months before arriving here, where it seemed the field was the only place where stallions didn't linger in every area trying to catch or claim a mare.
That would happen eventually, but for right now, Iona would enjoy the peace and quiet. A couple of neighs brought her attention to the mares grazing nearby; it seemed the mothers were calling for their little ones, a few of whom had started to drift over to Iona to investigate the chocolate flaxen mare.
Seeing the distress some of the mares expressed, possibly because Iona was technically a stranger and those mares all knew each other, the flaxen mare nickered at the foals, encouraging them to return to their dam's sides. Though curious, the foals took off back to the band of mares, a couple laying down for a nap while others proceeded to nurse and ease their hunger.
Iona stayed where she was, knowing it was wise to keep her distance. After a moment, she turned and decided to head for the waterfall, feeling that a nice, long drink, and maybe a short nap would help her in her search for relaxation.
(Iona is free to be claimed by a herd stallion, or approached by a kingdom resident/representative to be recruited)