02-21-2016, 08:13 AM
From a lost child she had grown into a yearling, a poor one you could say. She had been a couple of months old when she had first woken up in the forest and ever since the forest had been her home. Until today the mantis green girl doesn’t understand what has happened, how she had ended up in the forest all alone. Her mother had been a good one and her disappearing didn’t make sense at all, but honestly, Umqra wasn’t really able to remember the mare anymore. Somehow she had survived, but the lack of food and nutrition are clearly shown in her malnourished form and dull coat.
Her green coat allows her to mingle with the forest’s green during most of the year, but with the autumn having set in that has become harder. Nonetheless she does try to hide herself when the scent of a predator reaches her. And not long after that he appears, big and all black, but piercing blue eyes. Umqra shivers as her breath stocks, unable to not fear the presence of a predator. At the same time the creature’s scent sparks something familiar in her and curiously she edges closer.
She doesn’t know what has given her away, but he has noticed her. The venom that drips from his voice cause her to tremble in fear and it is only with slow steps that she manages to come closer. Her throat is thick with the lump that has formed, making it unable so reply with words. The yearling lowers her head a little, ears pushed back in insecurity and nostrils standing wide open, moving only a little into the clearing.
The fear that shakes her also makes her unable to further move or reply. All Umqra can do is stare at the creature, the creature that had just spoken to her, the creature that shouldn’t be able to use words to express itself. Inside her the wolf growls, not liking it’s host fear and it is itching to take over. And it does. It is feral instinct that pushes her to shift, the wolf comes out to play again now the filly had been in a weak state of mind. Green turns into black, the bigger form of a yearling horse turns into the one of a teenage wolf and the moral thinking she had was taken over by canine instincts.
Unlike the poor appearance of a horse the young wolf is more fierce. Ears perking up, head tucked low and lips curled up in a sneer, teeth bared. Rumbling comes from deep within her before she growls softly, snapping her teeth a few times. Claws dig into the ground, looking for something to hold on to.
Her green coat allows her to mingle with the forest’s green during most of the year, but with the autumn having set in that has become harder. Nonetheless she does try to hide herself when the scent of a predator reaches her. And not long after that he appears, big and all black, but piercing blue eyes. Umqra shivers as her breath stocks, unable to not fear the presence of a predator. At the same time the creature’s scent sparks something familiar in her and curiously she edges closer.
She doesn’t know what has given her away, but he has noticed her. The venom that drips from his voice cause her to tremble in fear and it is only with slow steps that she manages to come closer. Her throat is thick with the lump that has formed, making it unable so reply with words. The yearling lowers her head a little, ears pushed back in insecurity and nostrils standing wide open, moving only a little into the clearing.
The fear that shakes her also makes her unable to further move or reply. All Umqra can do is stare at the creature, the creature that had just spoken to her, the creature that shouldn’t be able to use words to express itself. Inside her the wolf growls, not liking it’s host fear and it is itching to take over. And it does. It is feral instinct that pushes her to shift, the wolf comes out to play again now the filly had been in a weak state of mind. Green turns into black, the bigger form of a yearling horse turns into the one of a teenage wolf and the moral thinking she had was taken over by canine instincts.
Unlike the poor appearance of a horse the young wolf is more fierce. Ears perking up, head tucked low and lips curled up in a sneer, teeth bared. Rumbling comes from deep within her before she growls softly, snapping her teeth a few times. Claws dig into the ground, looking for something to hold on to.
let it out so it can breathe
umqra
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OOC: Somehow I seem unable to write short and compact posts lately.. They all get soo long with rambling nonsense..