04-19-2016, 03:23 PM
Of all the places in this land, why did she have to be chased here? Stupid question really; those horses figured that she wouldn't survive, not in a land like this. The air itself felt like the boiling sun, causing her fur to clump together as sweat covered her body.
Iona was tired, hungry, thirsty, in pain, and everything in between. What had happened that led to this? Last she remembered, she was grazing calmly in some of the grassy fields of this land. And then those stallions showed up. Horses that, for whatever reason, wanted her dead. She didn't even know what she'd done to deserve it.
Maybe they were old enemies of her father, who wanted the last of his bloodline gone? Considering how many horses had hated him, according to Iona's mother, it wouldn't have surprised the chocolate flaxen mare.
When those stallions had set upon her, chasing her down, she'd had little time to get away. Sadly, two of them were faster than her, and caught up within minutes. They'd held her in place, showed her the power and strength behind their teeth and hooves before the others had arrived to do the same.
In other words, she was feeling pretty banged up. She had several bite marks and hoof imprints on her neck, a bloody cut on her cheek from where she'd been kicked, and several markings of both kinds littering her abdomen and hindquarters. None of these wounds were fatal, surprisingly enough given how much they hurt.
Iona was a clever horse; pretty much the only reason she was alive. When the horses were beating her, she'd decided to play like she'd been unconscious. These had seemed like the kind of horses that wanted her dead, wanted to see the light leave her eyes as she took her last breath. She got that impression from the murderous glint in the eyes of the black stallion that had been leading the charge. They'd left her alone until she came to, going about their own business and watching her carefully.
In the form of a mistake, all of them had fallen asleep, possibly tired from hunting her down or beating her. Whatever the case, Iona hadn't cared one bit. When she woke, all the horses were asleep. She got up, ran away, and did not look back. She had been too scared that they had found out her trick and were chasing her again.
Within a day, they had figured it out, and went after her. Iona did not pay attention to where she was going, only that it was getting hotter the farther she ran. Then, when she realized the horses had stopped chasing her, she quickly understood.
She'd run right to her death, to put it simply.
In this dry, harsh environment, Iona was not the best equipped to survive right now. She'd lived in placed like this, but not in her current state. Right now, all she could think about was finding water and a shady place to lick her wounds.
Iona did not know what time of the day it was, or how many days she'd been walking. She only came back to the present when she saw it in the distance. A large lake, an oasis more likely, sitting right there in the middle of the dunes. A large tree was beside it, as well as patches of grass and bushes.
For some reason, the mare doubted that it was real, but the closer she got, and the more she smelled, she realized her mind was not playing tricks. The mare walked, being it was the most she could do without much pain, over to the oasis, lowering her head and quenching her thirst in large gulps of the fresh liquid. It would take more than that to ease her, but Iona knew she couldn't drink too much right now, or she may end up sick. Instead, she would rest, and then drink more later.
The mare made her way over to the large tree. It didn't have a whole lot of shade, but just enough that it would protect her from the sun while she rested and healed. Once she was in the shade, Iona curled her legs under her body and laid down, stretching out her neck, given she couldn't curl it in or else the wounds would hurt.
Thanking whatever forces up there had led her to this water, the mare closed her eyes, prepared for a nice rest after that harrowing escape.
OOC: I did read that horses could walk into a kingdom instead of being recruited in the Field, so I hope that was okay. If it's not allowed here, feel free to let me know so I can delete my post.
Iona was tired, hungry, thirsty, in pain, and everything in between. What had happened that led to this? Last she remembered, she was grazing calmly in some of the grassy fields of this land. And then those stallions showed up. Horses that, for whatever reason, wanted her dead. She didn't even know what she'd done to deserve it.
Maybe they were old enemies of her father, who wanted the last of his bloodline gone? Considering how many horses had hated him, according to Iona's mother, it wouldn't have surprised the chocolate flaxen mare.
When those stallions had set upon her, chasing her down, she'd had little time to get away. Sadly, two of them were faster than her, and caught up within minutes. They'd held her in place, showed her the power and strength behind their teeth and hooves before the others had arrived to do the same.
In other words, she was feeling pretty banged up. She had several bite marks and hoof imprints on her neck, a bloody cut on her cheek from where she'd been kicked, and several markings of both kinds littering her abdomen and hindquarters. None of these wounds were fatal, surprisingly enough given how much they hurt.
Iona was a clever horse; pretty much the only reason she was alive. When the horses were beating her, she'd decided to play like she'd been unconscious. These had seemed like the kind of horses that wanted her dead, wanted to see the light leave her eyes as she took her last breath. She got that impression from the murderous glint in the eyes of the black stallion that had been leading the charge. They'd left her alone until she came to, going about their own business and watching her carefully.
In the form of a mistake, all of them had fallen asleep, possibly tired from hunting her down or beating her. Whatever the case, Iona hadn't cared one bit. When she woke, all the horses were asleep. She got up, ran away, and did not look back. She had been too scared that they had found out her trick and were chasing her again.
Within a day, they had figured it out, and went after her. Iona did not pay attention to where she was going, only that it was getting hotter the farther she ran. Then, when she realized the horses had stopped chasing her, she quickly understood.
She'd run right to her death, to put it simply.
In this dry, harsh environment, Iona was not the best equipped to survive right now. She'd lived in placed like this, but not in her current state. Right now, all she could think about was finding water and a shady place to lick her wounds.
Iona did not know what time of the day it was, or how many days she'd been walking. She only came back to the present when she saw it in the distance. A large lake, an oasis more likely, sitting right there in the middle of the dunes. A large tree was beside it, as well as patches of grass and bushes.
For some reason, the mare doubted that it was real, but the closer she got, and the more she smelled, she realized her mind was not playing tricks. The mare walked, being it was the most she could do without much pain, over to the oasis, lowering her head and quenching her thirst in large gulps of the fresh liquid. It would take more than that to ease her, but Iona knew she couldn't drink too much right now, or she may end up sick. Instead, she would rest, and then drink more later.
The mare made her way over to the large tree. It didn't have a whole lot of shade, but just enough that it would protect her from the sun while she rested and healed. Once she was in the shade, Iona curled her legs under her body and laid down, stretching out her neck, given she couldn't curl it in or else the wounds would hurt.
Thanking whatever forces up there had led her to this water, the mare closed her eyes, prepared for a nice rest after that harrowing escape.
OOC: I did read that horses could walk into a kingdom instead of being recruited in the Field, so I hope that was okay. If it's not allowed here, feel free to let me know so I can delete my post.