05-23-2016, 01:49 PM
"When snow falls, nature listens."
That's what her dam had always told her. Thanata was a lover of snow; it was the quiet season. It was the time for nature to be reborn; the colder the snow months got, the longer spring would have to wait. It just meant that when spring did emerge after an extremely cold snow season, the sight would be more stunning than ever before.
Thanata thought all the seasons were wonderful, but none of them so much as the winter. The snow made her face safe, secure, at home. She'd been born in an environment that was covered in snow almost all the time, except for a few months of the year. It reminded her of better times, when she was in the snow. She enjoyed it, even if it made her cold, though her winter coat had evolved to help her survive in that type of weather. If anything, she found it humorous that it made her look like an Appaloosa, when, instead of a Friesian.
However, even with what she'd heard about this place, there wasn't snow this time of year. It was still autumn, even if it only had a few days or so left before the cold season arrived. The Friesian didn't enjoy the other seasons as much as winter. Right now, the land before her stretched on with some green, shrubs, and grasses for eating. Not far away, there was a cropping of rocks that could provide shelter from the wind depending on the direction it blew, and some trees that would shield oneself from the falling snow.
Other than that, nothing much here, until the snow started falling anyways. Something Thanata couldn't wait for. She also didn't see a lot of horses around, and briefly wondered why. Then, she realized it was because, since it was mostly stallions that lived here, they were probably off with their mares, hoping that their unions would produce foals come springtime.
Foals... Thanata had never really seen one since she'd been a filly. Most of them were nice. They were carefree, ignorant about the true struggles of living in the real world. Ignorant of what they'd face once they grew into adults. Hell, it was stuff Thanata didn't like dealing with herself; she preferred things quiet, peaceful, like death, something she was pretty much named for.
Spotting a small stream close by, the mare walked over to it. Lowering her head, her long mane falling close to her ears, her forelock in her eyes, she lapped at the freezing liquid, absently flicking her tail back and forth whenever a bug came too close for comfort despite how cold it was starting to get outside.
That's what her dam had always told her. Thanata was a lover of snow; it was the quiet season. It was the time for nature to be reborn; the colder the snow months got, the longer spring would have to wait. It just meant that when spring did emerge after an extremely cold snow season, the sight would be more stunning than ever before.
Thanata thought all the seasons were wonderful, but none of them so much as the winter. The snow made her face safe, secure, at home. She'd been born in an environment that was covered in snow almost all the time, except for a few months of the year. It reminded her of better times, when she was in the snow. She enjoyed it, even if it made her cold, though her winter coat had evolved to help her survive in that type of weather. If anything, she found it humorous that it made her look like an Appaloosa, when, instead of a Friesian.
However, even with what she'd heard about this place, there wasn't snow this time of year. It was still autumn, even if it only had a few days or so left before the cold season arrived. The Friesian didn't enjoy the other seasons as much as winter. Right now, the land before her stretched on with some green, shrubs, and grasses for eating. Not far away, there was a cropping of rocks that could provide shelter from the wind depending on the direction it blew, and some trees that would shield oneself from the falling snow.
Other than that, nothing much here, until the snow started falling anyways. Something Thanata couldn't wait for. She also didn't see a lot of horses around, and briefly wondered why. Then, she realized it was because, since it was mostly stallions that lived here, they were probably off with their mares, hoping that their unions would produce foals come springtime.
Foals... Thanata had never really seen one since she'd been a filly. Most of them were nice. They were carefree, ignorant about the true struggles of living in the real world. Ignorant of what they'd face once they grew into adults. Hell, it was stuff Thanata didn't like dealing with herself; she preferred things quiet, peaceful, like death, something she was pretty much named for.
Spotting a small stream close by, the mare walked over to it. Lowering her head, her long mane falling close to her ears, her forelock in her eyes, she lapped at the freezing liquid, absently flicking her tail back and forth whenever a bug came too close for comfort despite how cold it was starting to get outside.