Wanderer {OPEN THREAD}

[Keely]

Keely

Someone was coming towards her.
Keely's lips automatically pursed but she continued chewing on her own patch of grass. Let them see the scars and turn away. Hopefully, they would read the thorny aura that as much a part of her as her inky coat and walked away. Maybe she wouldn't even have to acknowledge them before they re-evaluated their actions. But Keely's ears still detected the soft crush of vegetation beneath hoof that annoyed her instantly. She flicked her thick tail pointedly at the approaching equine while she kept her gaze fixated on the grass before her. She would not acknowledge them, unless necessary.

Keely kept track of the equine's progress, still grazing and occasionally flicking her tail in annoyance towards the intruder. The snaps of twigs crushed beneath hooves made it easy to keep track of the equine without raising her head. She wasn't sure if there were intentionally noisy so she could mark their progress or if they were a graceless buffoon about to greet an unwelcome surprise. Her ears slowly began shifting to a pinned position, her muscles growing more taut with each step the trespasser took. Her grazing gradually slowed to more of a chewing action, but Keely stopped herself before she looked like a damn cow in front of this stranger.

A soft nicker echoed through the forest, although the deep tone marked her unwelcome visitor as a stallion instantly. Mmmmm, if he thought to claim her, he would be surely disappointed. Keely raised her painted face and finally addressed the equine, her trademark slightly pinned ears and pursed lips secured on her features. It was now that she finally allowed herself a proper look at the intruder.

With her wild locks streaming in front of her face, Keely noted the tobiano stallion before her. He was, of course, smaller than her but he had a strong build of a healthy stallion. Speckled across his mostly white coat were spots of silver and mahogany that were utterly unique in form. His visage held a curious, soft gaze as his eyes roamed over the scars on her coat. Keely never chased a fight, but she was 'surly' as her mother used to say, and she was not afraid to make her displeasure known. Most saw those with draft horse in their blood as soft, gentle...weak. Keely refused to be viewed in such a demeaning manner.

Keely bobbed her head once towards the stallion in a 'shoo' manner with those ears still slightly pinned. She raised a feathery hoof and stomped hard onto the ground in a warning manner. The echo from that simple stomp rippled through the trees quickly before blending into the tones of the breeze.
"State your business then leave"
Keely spoke in a clear, clipped tone that portrayed her unsociable demeanor. If he was remotely intelligent, the stallion would realize she was not going to be mounted and be on his way in a timely manner.