She heard him before she saw him. Not that he was particularly loud, but her hearing was better than her sight. The darkness didn't make matters any better. Zylan heard the shifting of dirt under the hooves of an equine and the sway of grass against a body. Her ears perked to hear everything she could. The muscles under her skin were still tensed as if waiting for an attack. Despite that, she seemed at ease with her surroundings. She didn't want the horse to know that she could launch at them at any second. The scars, though, were a dead give away and that was something she couldn't hide. She wasn't embarrassed by the hairless scratches and scars, but proud of them. It meant that she was tougher than what attacked her. It meant that she could survive.
She reflected on her past fights. Some were won and some were lost. She knew when she could win against another equine and when she would lose. Part of fighting was using the brain. Her major life events were based on fights because that was almost all she knew. She was use to it though, and honestly didn't mind it.
She could now see the other equine. It was a stallion and he looked strong. He stood at a certain distance from her. Maybe he understood not to get too close. Some horses, including Zylan, just needed some space. His voice was low. His actions weren't intimidating, but she wasn't going to be fooled. "It is late," she agreed. He looked up at the moon and she did too. She always found comfort in the darkness and being able to hide in the shadows. "Nice to meet you Texas. I'm Zylan."
She reflected on her past fights. Some were won and some were lost. She knew when she could win against another equine and when she would lose. Part of fighting was using the brain. Her major life events were based on fights because that was almost all she knew. She was use to it though, and honestly didn't mind it.
She could now see the other equine. It was a stallion and he looked strong. He stood at a certain distance from her. Maybe he understood not to get too close. Some horses, including Zylan, just needed some space. His voice was low. His actions weren't intimidating, but she wasn't going to be fooled. "It is late," she agreed. He looked up at the moon and she did too. She always found comfort in the darkness and being able to hide in the shadows. "Nice to meet you Texas. I'm Zylan."