04-03-2016, 02:39 PM
Raxa's senses, like all horses, are finely tuned; they have to be. She is a prey animal after all, and needs to be able to sense approaching danger so that she can either run away, or prepare herself to fight.
This, though, she had not been expecting. Raxa's tapered head went up as she heard a voice right behind her, the mare turning around rapidly. The stallion sported a strange coat, black and white striped; it strangely reminded Raxa of an animal her mother had once told her about, long ago, but she could not remember. His green eyes were searching, hungry, as they moved across her body, and Raxa immediately found that distasteful. How dare he look at her like that! She had no doubt this stallion was much like the other she'd chased off with hoof and teeth.
He moved closer to her head, and Raxa prepared herself to lash out with her teeth, not wanting him any closer. Before she could though, she felt something brush against her hide, her blue eyes catching the movement of what appeared to be a wing, connected to the stallion's body no less.
Raxa took a step back; just what kind of horse was this stallion?! No normal horse sported wings like a bird. The coat pattern was questionable too, but then Raxa thought of her own, and supposed it wasn't that big of an abnormality. She'd be a hypocrite in that fashion.
Remembering her anger, and seeing the stallion come closer again, Raxa turned, striking out with her powerful hind legs. The hooves met nothing but air, as the stallion had moved out of the way faster than she'd expected. Raxa continued her assault, but each strike, whether it be hind hoof, front hoof, or her teeth, missed. Eventually, she felt herself getting tired, and that was not a good sign.
If the only option left was to run, she didn't want to burn out her reserves. She forced herself to stop lashing out for now, deciding she'd run if the opportunity arose.
Neighing angrily as the stallion nipped her hip, and stated one word that made her furious, Raxa prepared herself to turn and run. However, the stallion's eyes met hers, and Raxa found herself getting even angrier. Despite her body telling her to run, she stared the stallion down, her own blue eyes seething with rage.
Then, she heard another voice, and glanced to the side. A black mare was approaching, her own blue eyes glaring at the stallion before turning to look at Raxa. The brindled mare got an odd feeling from this one. Oh great, that's just what she needed.
Raxa only pretended to listen to the mare who spoke of some place called a kingdom, but didn't really follow. What kind of place was this? Never would Raxa have imagined what it was like here. She'd originally thought it was another land full of normal horses like herself, but here she was, surrounded by a winged stallion and a blue-eyed black mare that gave off an odd vibe.
Raxa did not like it one bit.
Ignoring the slight sting in her hip from where the stallion bit her, Raxa reared up on her hind legs, striking out at the duo with her front hooves. She wasn't aiming to hit really, just try to get them to back off and give her some time. Her sculpted body was elegantly framed by the midday sunlight as she lashed out, a defiant look in her eyes.
After a few strikes, she turned mid-rear, landing squarely on her hooves, and took off for the grass-covered field behind her, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to outrun these two strangers.
This, though, she had not been expecting. Raxa's tapered head went up as she heard a voice right behind her, the mare turning around rapidly. The stallion sported a strange coat, black and white striped; it strangely reminded Raxa of an animal her mother had once told her about, long ago, but she could not remember. His green eyes were searching, hungry, as they moved across her body, and Raxa immediately found that distasteful. How dare he look at her like that! She had no doubt this stallion was much like the other she'd chased off with hoof and teeth.
He moved closer to her head, and Raxa prepared herself to lash out with her teeth, not wanting him any closer. Before she could though, she felt something brush against her hide, her blue eyes catching the movement of what appeared to be a wing, connected to the stallion's body no less.
Raxa took a step back; just what kind of horse was this stallion?! No normal horse sported wings like a bird. The coat pattern was questionable too, but then Raxa thought of her own, and supposed it wasn't that big of an abnormality. She'd be a hypocrite in that fashion.
Remembering her anger, and seeing the stallion come closer again, Raxa turned, striking out with her powerful hind legs. The hooves met nothing but air, as the stallion had moved out of the way faster than she'd expected. Raxa continued her assault, but each strike, whether it be hind hoof, front hoof, or her teeth, missed. Eventually, she felt herself getting tired, and that was not a good sign.
If the only option left was to run, she didn't want to burn out her reserves. She forced herself to stop lashing out for now, deciding she'd run if the opportunity arose.
Neighing angrily as the stallion nipped her hip, and stated one word that made her furious, Raxa prepared herself to turn and run. However, the stallion's eyes met hers, and Raxa found herself getting even angrier. Despite her body telling her to run, she stared the stallion down, her own blue eyes seething with rage.
Then, she heard another voice, and glanced to the side. A black mare was approaching, her own blue eyes glaring at the stallion before turning to look at Raxa. The brindled mare got an odd feeling from this one. Oh great, that's just what she needed.
Raxa only pretended to listen to the mare who spoke of some place called a kingdom, but didn't really follow. What kind of place was this? Never would Raxa have imagined what it was like here. She'd originally thought it was another land full of normal horses like herself, but here she was, surrounded by a winged stallion and a blue-eyed black mare that gave off an odd vibe.
Raxa did not like it one bit.
Ignoring the slight sting in her hip from where the stallion bit her, Raxa reared up on her hind legs, striking out at the duo with her front hooves. She wasn't aiming to hit really, just try to get them to back off and give her some time. Her sculpted body was elegantly framed by the midday sunlight as she lashed out, a defiant look in her eyes.
After a few strikes, she turned mid-rear, landing squarely on her hooves, and took off for the grass-covered field behind her, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to outrun these two strangers.