She moved slowly among the jungle, her dual-colored tail flicking at her rump and back as she fought off the first of the early mosquitoes. They'd always come forward early when she'd lived in the Jungle and this Forest was very similar. She comes to a sudden stop, ears snapping forward as a loud noise catching her attention. Her body quivers and she leans back on her haunches, ready to jump at a moments notice.
A mare comes crashing into view in front of her, though the stranger does not yet face her. Malka nostrils flare and there is the unmistakable scent of the deserts coming from the mare. It was impossible to cover that dry, arid scent that all of the sand dwelling horses shared. As the stranger whirls around, Malka takes a half step back and ears pin quickly. She does not like surprises, especially from strangers in a stranger territory. The stranger mare speaks and Malka steps forward again, her body still having an anxious quiver here and there - which she attempts to cover up as the mosquitoes land on her back.
"You did not look very hard - for I was not hiding," she says calmly as she approaches the mare a little closer. As Malka looks at the mare, a small sense of recognition comes to her thoughts, but she cannot place the mare. Something about her looks familiar, but Malka cannot figure it out. Her ears flick back as she ponders this, but she does not offer anymore.
"By the way, name's Malka," she tosses as an introduction. She no longer had a home or belonged anywhere and so, her beloved title of many years were not given. They would mean little to those that lived now and, at this point, Malka didn't even know if those titles still existed.
She stands, silently watching the half-crazed mare before her. What would her next actions be?
A mare comes crashing into view in front of her, though the stranger does not yet face her. Malka nostrils flare and there is the unmistakable scent of the deserts coming from the mare. It was impossible to cover that dry, arid scent that all of the sand dwelling horses shared. As the stranger whirls around, Malka takes a half step back and ears pin quickly. She does not like surprises, especially from strangers in a stranger territory. The stranger mare speaks and Malka steps forward again, her body still having an anxious quiver here and there - which she attempts to cover up as the mosquitoes land on her back.
"You did not look very hard - for I was not hiding," she says calmly as she approaches the mare a little closer. As Malka looks at the mare, a small sense of recognition comes to her thoughts, but she cannot place the mare. Something about her looks familiar, but Malka cannot figure it out. Her ears flick back as she ponders this, but she does not offer anymore.
"By the way, name's Malka," she tosses as an introduction. She no longer had a home or belonged anywhere and so, her beloved title of many years were not given. They would mean little to those that lived now and, at this point, Malka didn't even know if those titles still existed.
She stands, silently watching the half-crazed mare before her. What would her next actions be?
Malka
Immortal, Quetzal-shifting
Mare of nowhere
Mare of nowhere
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