(It appears my last role play was abandoned by the other person I was roleplaying with, so I have come here to start over.)
Why did foals have to be so curious?
It wasn't that Raxa had anything against the young horses; it's just that she preferred it when they weren't around, to bug her at least. The calm ones, she could deal with no problem. The ones that were excited and pranced around and anything else, she just didn't wish to be around them.
They reminded her of what she never had.
Foaling season had started just a few days ago, and in all honesty, Raxa was grateful for the break. This time of the year, mares were left alone by the stallions, at least until all the foals dropped. Breeding season was a while away, and Raxa would use that break time to enjoy the peace and quiet before she'd have to show the stallions her teeth again.
She'd only been in this place a short while, and it was already past breeding season when she had; quite a few mares were heavy with foals. However, the stallions had come after her, whether to force her to join harems or chase her away because they thought she was an oddball. In all honesty, Raxa was surprised that the reason she'd had to run from the stallions was when they were trying to get hold of her; she thought they'd chase her off more often.
But, well, she was three, and supposed the stallions just needed young mares. Not her problem though; not one stallion had interested her yet, especially a pompous arrogant one that she'd shown her teeth after he'd done the same. The bite mark was still on her neck, but it had been healing. If it left a scar, it would be a minor one. She had others like it, all from times she'd been chased off or got into a fight over food.
And fights like that were what taught Raxa to defend herself. She was always on alert for trouble, but today, during foaling season, spring seemed to have blessed the land. It was quiet, peaceful, the cliques of mares grazing here and there throughout the field. A couple stallions lingered as well, probably deciding which mares they wanted to go after next, so that was nothing new.
Raxa, enjoying the peace and quiet that day, decided to make herself scarce after a few mares in a nearby clique started dropping. She made her way over to the waterfall and small lake beneath it, always enjoying being around this wonderful piece of the land. It was such a beautiful sight; when the sunlight hit it just right, it seemed that the waterfall was forming a rainbow as it struck the lake water.
A small smile appearing on her face as she looked around to make sure no trouble was nearby, Raxa lowered her finely sculpted head, dipping her muzzle into the water and taking a nice, long drink, as she pondered what she might do the rest of the day.
(Raxa is free to be claimed by a stallion or approached by one from a kingdom)
Why did foals have to be so curious?
It wasn't that Raxa had anything against the young horses; it's just that she preferred it when they weren't around, to bug her at least. The calm ones, she could deal with no problem. The ones that were excited and pranced around and anything else, she just didn't wish to be around them.
They reminded her of what she never had.
Foaling season had started just a few days ago, and in all honesty, Raxa was grateful for the break. This time of the year, mares were left alone by the stallions, at least until all the foals dropped. Breeding season was a while away, and Raxa would use that break time to enjoy the peace and quiet before she'd have to show the stallions her teeth again.
She'd only been in this place a short while, and it was already past breeding season when she had; quite a few mares were heavy with foals. However, the stallions had come after her, whether to force her to join harems or chase her away because they thought she was an oddball. In all honesty, Raxa was surprised that the reason she'd had to run from the stallions was when they were trying to get hold of her; she thought they'd chase her off more often.
But, well, she was three, and supposed the stallions just needed young mares. Not her problem though; not one stallion had interested her yet, especially a pompous arrogant one that she'd shown her teeth after he'd done the same. The bite mark was still on her neck, but it had been healing. If it left a scar, it would be a minor one. She had others like it, all from times she'd been chased off or got into a fight over food.
And fights like that were what taught Raxa to defend herself. She was always on alert for trouble, but today, during foaling season, spring seemed to have blessed the land. It was quiet, peaceful, the cliques of mares grazing here and there throughout the field. A couple stallions lingered as well, probably deciding which mares they wanted to go after next, so that was nothing new.
Raxa, enjoying the peace and quiet that day, decided to make herself scarce after a few mares in a nearby clique started dropping. She made her way over to the waterfall and small lake beneath it, always enjoying being around this wonderful piece of the land. It was such a beautiful sight; when the sunlight hit it just right, it seemed that the waterfall was forming a rainbow as it struck the lake water.
A small smile appearing on her face as she looked around to make sure no trouble was nearby, Raxa lowered her finely sculpted head, dipping her muzzle into the water and taking a nice, long drink, as she pondered what she might do the rest of the day.
(Raxa is free to be claimed by a stallion or approached by one from a kingdom)