11-10-2015, 07:01 PM
Freedom.
That was the only thought to be had by the pitch black mare as the trees opened before her, revealing what she hoped to be a safe new home, safe being the operative word. She squinted and lowered her head as the sun assaulted her icy blue eyes, unadjusted after such a long period in the dark. She walked to the lake, head hung slightly lower than usual to avoid the gaze of the other horses in the field. The dark horse strode over to where the waterfall crashed into the waiting pool of water below, and stepped in without hesitation. As she did so, her mothers words came back to her, "There are two types of people in this world Salena, those who test the water first and those who jump straight in." After those words had been spoken the young mare (who had been about a year and a half at the time) promised herself she would always be the type to just jump.
The cool, clear water washed away the blood that remained on her legs, barely visible against the backing of her dar coat. Her teeth gritted and eyes closed as the frigid water infiltrated into the cuts left by the thorns and brambles that had torn at her body. She would have thought that the warm summer breeze would have heated the water she had submerged herself in, but no such luck. The young mare let the summer sun warm her, accepting more heat than normal horses would because of the dark coloring of her coat. She dropped her onyx head and drank the refreshing water that this new place had to offer. Her long mane floated out around her, giving the appearance of half of a dark halo. After fully replenishing her thirst, she departed from the lake, trotting out and up the bank.
The inky mare walked for a while before finding a plentiful patch of grass in full exposure of the sun, warming and drying her dark body. After a short period of sun bathing and snacking, the exhaustion from the mares journey overcame her and she let her long legs buckle underneath her and her head bow, closing her eyes and welcoming the sleep.
That was the only thought to be had by the pitch black mare as the trees opened before her, revealing what she hoped to be a safe new home, safe being the operative word. She squinted and lowered her head as the sun assaulted her icy blue eyes, unadjusted after such a long period in the dark. She walked to the lake, head hung slightly lower than usual to avoid the gaze of the other horses in the field. The dark horse strode over to where the waterfall crashed into the waiting pool of water below, and stepped in without hesitation. As she did so, her mothers words came back to her, "There are two types of people in this world Salena, those who test the water first and those who jump straight in." After those words had been spoken the young mare (who had been about a year and a half at the time) promised herself she would always be the type to just jump.
The cool, clear water washed away the blood that remained on her legs, barely visible against the backing of her dar coat. Her teeth gritted and eyes closed as the frigid water infiltrated into the cuts left by the thorns and brambles that had torn at her body. She would have thought that the warm summer breeze would have heated the water she had submerged herself in, but no such luck. The young mare let the summer sun warm her, accepting more heat than normal horses would because of the dark coloring of her coat. She dropped her onyx head and drank the refreshing water that this new place had to offer. Her long mane floated out around her, giving the appearance of half of a dark halo. After fully replenishing her thirst, she departed from the lake, trotting out and up the bank.
The inky mare walked for a while before finding a plentiful patch of grass in full exposure of the sun, warming and drying her dark body. After a short period of sun bathing and snacking, the exhaustion from the mares journey overcame her and she let her long legs buckle underneath her and her head bow, closing her eyes and welcoming the sleep.