12-09-2015, 03:25 PM
At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from.
With the Jungle’s heath she had soon shed her fuzzy foal coat for one much more smooth and way thinner. The air was tense, humid, and the temperature was incredibly high. And that was exactly why the newborn girl found it comfortable, as it was quite comparable to her mother’s womb. Speaking about her, the bay filly had lost sight of the chestnut mare, as she had ventured away from her mother’s side while she happily chased a small jungle creature.
It’s after a while that the bay filly loses interest, her stomach growling and fatigue setting in, and she turns around to go just go back in the direction she came from. But once Haru turns around she notices that the small trail that she had followed is gone. Stumbling backwards she loses balance, side stepping a few times in a weak attempt to keep herself up. Haru whinnies, shrill and high, like a child’s desperate call for her mother.
Tears are appearing in her eyes, threatening to roll down her cheeks, as she panics. She doesn’t understand how it’s possible that the way she had just taken had changed, and most of all there is this desperate, natural instinct to be at her mother’s side. Haru lifts her dished head in the air to call out again, before she pushes forward in approximately the way she had just come from, pushing herself through the dense forest plants.
It’s after a while that the bay filly loses interest, her stomach growling and fatigue setting in, and she turns around to go just go back in the direction she came from. But once Haru turns around she notices that the small trail that she had followed is gone. Stumbling backwards she loses balance, side stepping a few times in a weak attempt to keep herself up. Haru whinnies, shrill and high, like a child’s desperate call for her mother.
Tears are appearing in her eyes, threatening to roll down her cheeks, as she panics. She doesn’t understand how it’s possible that the way she had just taken had changed, and most of all there is this desperate, natural instinct to be at her mother’s side. Haru lifts her dished head in the air to call out again, before she pushes forward in approximately the way she had just come from, pushing herself through the dense forest plants.
Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.
@[Kortnee]
Not sure if you want to post Sunday and Haru together or not ^^