[open] Seeking that rightful herd.

[riva]

The bay tovero is at it again; one success and it goes straight to her head. She has never had purpose though, beyond the bitter ball of hate knotted up in her belly that she has carried around since infancy. Now she is an Amazon, and should do more than just breathe in the humid air of the Jungle and laze around the tropical land. She has ambition nipping excitedly at her heels, especially since the last recruitment came with the additional bonus of making a friend - something the paint mare is not altogether good at, since she usually keeps her own company or that of the Jungle Queen. With that in mind, she is sets off on the trail towards the field at a trot.

Once there, her inclination is to slow her pace down to a walk and carefully peruse the horses that start their day in the usual way: wake up, nose about for some water and grass, then settle in to wait for offers of a home to start coming their way. She did this once, can still remember the stallion that always aroused her ire and the Jungle Queen. Riva had chosen to go with both, immediately pledging her fealty to the Amazons and eventually abandoning the herd life altogether because it just did not suit her. She discovered that she wasn’t content enough with the idea of making friends and having babies, not when she could do a little more with her life and govern it herself (aside from the Queen’s decrees that is… not that she made that many that conflicted with anything Riva wanted to do).

Riva herself is not altogether impressive: she is thin from malnourishment at a tender formative age that has since stuck with her (she doesn’t quite look like she is starving all the time..) and rather angular, all sharp unfinished edges in ribs and hips, but her fur is pretty enough in its bay tovero dress. Her face is still pinched together in severity from all the hate it has thrown towards life but right now, her expression is one of pure determination; her eyes are almost hawkish in their intent as they narrow on this mare or that, then pass them over. She know the one when she finds her and then she does, a large mare of draft origins - hm, don’t see too many full-blooded draft horses around these parts these days, but she likes the good strong look of her. The paint watches the draft pull at the grass and fill her belly, and she does the same, angling closer in a circle that is casual and broad but grows smaller and more concentrated towards the mare.

Riva will do this in her own way on her own time, right now she’s actually taking advantage of the moment to ease the hunger that gnaws at her own stomach since she tends not to take proper nutritional care of herself. She stops, lifts her head with a hank of grass hanging out of her mouth to watch the large mare stretch her neck up to a tree. Can’t say that she is envious of eating leaves but she can see the promise in being able to reach fruit that the rest of them to have to knock down by rubbing their butts against the trunk and shaking all that lovely fruit loose. Still… Riva really does like the look of this big mare (kinda reminds her of Fayella, the pretty Gypsy Vanner that she befriended) with the feathered legs and lonesome air about her. Now that the big mare is laying down, the paint moves closer and then, there is a big roan stallion in the way. They start a conversation but Riva is not dissuaded, not entirely and she comes over as they share their names with each other. “And I’m Riva, sorry to interrupt but I’m sure neither of you will mind much, hm? I'm from the Amazons and we'd love to have you join us too.” Her grin is wry as she looks between the two, not in the least bit apologetic for her intrusion - she’s an Amazon, and damn proud to be one!

ooc: was in the middle of trying to post this when y'all began posting so fast! didn't want to waste what i had written so... yeah lol.