06-10-2016, 01:41 AM
Raxa still couldn't believe that she was having a good life here. She'd thought that, even if it was a nice place to live, the others would give her a hard time for being different, or ostracize her for no reason other than color. But they'd been kind, understanding, if not a little quiet around her. Perhaps it was just because of Raxa and her loud mouth on that last one.
The brindled mare had finally allowed herself to calmly settle in. She'd grown to know this territory, albeit not as well as some other horses that had lived here longer. However, she was getting close; she was discovering and remembering nooks and crannies of the kingdom every day, something she loved doing. She liked knowing the strengths and weaknesses of everything around her; for a horse, its tactic in battle. For a kingdom/home, the best place to escape to in case of sudden flash floods or a raging fire.
Today, none of those things would happen. Instead, it was a quiet day out, save for the pounding of Raxa's hooves. The mare had busied herself that morning with a good run, as she usually did. It was a part of her own personal training, to continue building up her stamina and speed for use not only in battle, but when trying to escape an enemy. Running/moving fast could come in very handy.
The brindled mare's sides heaved as she galloped across the tall grass of the meadows, her mane billowing behind her. The muscles in her legs burned with fire, her lungs much in the same fashion. But through it all, the adrenaline pushed her; the mare was always spurred on by a good run.
That, and a bird, an eagle, was flying above her, a bird that Raxa swore she raced against a while back when she'd still been living in the Field. Then again, a lot of birds looked the same, but she didn't really care. She'd locked eyes with the creature when she saw it above her head, and it was as if a silent challenge of strength and speed had passed between them.
To the normal onlooker, it might have not appeared that horse and bird were racing, but to Raxa, they were. Seeing the end zone of their race, near the rounded edge of the meadow where it met the tree line, the mare put on a last burst of speed. Her legs moved with blinding force under her as she galloped to victory, a huge smile appearing on her face. Raxa threw her front legs into the air and reared, kicking them out and neighing victoriously.
The eagle above her let out a cry as the mare ended her brief celebration. With a flap of its majestic wings, the creature was gone, leaving the mare alone once more. She wasn't covered in sweat, but Raxa knew she was exhausted after that run. It had originally been about stamina today until the eagle had showed up. Good practice either way.
Giving her neck a shake, her mane flopping onto one side, Raxa looked around to get a see of her surroundings, a useful trick whether she was a warrior or not. She liked knowing where she was, simple as that. While surveying, the mare spotted the familiar form of Kreios, the king, not too far away from where she'd stopped after her race.
'What's he doing out here all alone?' Raxa wondered, having thought the king would be spending time with his queen and daughter. Not that she questioned it really though; it wasn't her business. Putting that thought aside, and leaving the choice of conversation to the king if he so wished, Raxa lowered her head, deciding to take a rest after that race before continuing on with a different piece of her training later that day.
@[Kreios]
The brindled mare had finally allowed herself to calmly settle in. She'd grown to know this territory, albeit not as well as some other horses that had lived here longer. However, she was getting close; she was discovering and remembering nooks and crannies of the kingdom every day, something she loved doing. She liked knowing the strengths and weaknesses of everything around her; for a horse, its tactic in battle. For a kingdom/home, the best place to escape to in case of sudden flash floods or a raging fire.
Today, none of those things would happen. Instead, it was a quiet day out, save for the pounding of Raxa's hooves. The mare had busied herself that morning with a good run, as she usually did. It was a part of her own personal training, to continue building up her stamina and speed for use not only in battle, but when trying to escape an enemy. Running/moving fast could come in very handy.
The brindled mare's sides heaved as she galloped across the tall grass of the meadows, her mane billowing behind her. The muscles in her legs burned with fire, her lungs much in the same fashion. But through it all, the adrenaline pushed her; the mare was always spurred on by a good run.
That, and a bird, an eagle, was flying above her, a bird that Raxa swore she raced against a while back when she'd still been living in the Field. Then again, a lot of birds looked the same, but she didn't really care. She'd locked eyes with the creature when she saw it above her head, and it was as if a silent challenge of strength and speed had passed between them.
To the normal onlooker, it might have not appeared that horse and bird were racing, but to Raxa, they were. Seeing the end zone of their race, near the rounded edge of the meadow where it met the tree line, the mare put on a last burst of speed. Her legs moved with blinding force under her as she galloped to victory, a huge smile appearing on her face. Raxa threw her front legs into the air and reared, kicking them out and neighing victoriously.
The eagle above her let out a cry as the mare ended her brief celebration. With a flap of its majestic wings, the creature was gone, leaving the mare alone once more. She wasn't covered in sweat, but Raxa knew she was exhausted after that run. It had originally been about stamina today until the eagle had showed up. Good practice either way.
Giving her neck a shake, her mane flopping onto one side, Raxa looked around to get a see of her surroundings, a useful trick whether she was a warrior or not. She liked knowing where she was, simple as that. While surveying, the mare spotted the familiar form of Kreios, the king, not too far away from where she'd stopped after her race.
'What's he doing out here all alone?' Raxa wondered, having thought the king would be spending time with his queen and daughter. Not that she questioned it really though; it wasn't her business. Putting that thought aside, and leaving the choice of conversation to the king if he so wished, Raxa lowered her head, deciding to take a rest after that race before continuing on with a different piece of her training later that day.
@[Kreios]