07-17-2016, 07:03 PM
The brindled mare did not hate anything more than being made fun of for her different coat color. If another was being made fun of for the same thing, she would defend them. No others deserved to be hurt the way she had when she was a foal, even if the horse she was helping was an enemy.
But cougars, and other big cats, were a close second on her list of hated things. The brindled mare had taken a break that day from her duties in the kingdom, deciding to take some time planning on who should be sought to form an alliance with next. Then again, why she was thinking about it, she didn't know. Things like that should be left to the diplomats, like Ashara and Anahi. Raxa was a warrior, a beast bound by an oath of blood and sweat to do everything in her power to protect her home.
She might be asked to come along on a diplomatic alliance mission though, so at least allying herself with the necessary knowledge might come in handy. She didn't know if Anahi would be in the mood to seek an alliance this season, as the last three, she'd been content to stay home, not only to learn, but to raise her foals. Maybe this year she'd get off her ass and go within her first two months or so of pregnancy, so that the foal would still be too young for anything to happen to it while it grew.
At least, that's what Raxa hoped. She didn't really know anything about foals and the whole pregnancy thing; she'd never had one of her own yet after all. She wasn't exactly eager to either; she wanted to focus on herself, bettering her skills, and earning a worthy place in the kingdom for now.
The brindled mare's white muzzle pushed some grass aside while gripping other blades to chew and swallow to fill the hunger in her belly. The autumn grass wasn't the healthiest to eat, nor the most delicious, but it did for now. Raxa's tapered ears flicked back and forth as she listened for any nearby trouble, something a wild horse had to be not he lookout for. Any predator, or some stallion, could be lurking out there.
A loud cry echoed in the wind, and Raxa's head went up. Her blue eyes scanned the field around her, spotting the running form of a dappled horse, a large cat on her heels. She spotted a second horse soon after, a young colt by the looks of him. Raxa couldn't tell much from this distance, but the fact that a cougar was involved was enough for her.
Raxa took off into a flat-out gallop, whinnying angrily as she approached the mare, the cougar, and the young colt. She arrived there just in time to see the mare flipping herself over onto her back in an effort to crush the big cat. Raxa had to admit, it was a gutsy move, but effective, as she herself had performed it once before when she'd been attacked.
The colt questioned the dappled mare if she was okay, something Raxa wanted to voice herself. However, he'd beaten her to the punch. Then, the mare looked down at the big cat, stomping one of her hooves when she noticed the creature trying to get back up on its feet.
Raxa whinnied again, and reared up, striking out with her front hooves. She came down right in front of the big cat, though lifted a hoof again, threatening to stomp on it. The cat hissed and lashed out with a paw, slashing a cut down Raxa's front left leg. The mare squealed and came down with her hooves and teeth, the big cat moving out of the way in time.
Whinnying in anger again, Raxa chased after the big cat, doing her best to ignore the stinging pain in her front leg. When she'd chased the big cat off a good distance, she slowed to a halt, watching the beast head into the trees. Once she was sure it was safe, Raxa turned and limped back to the mare and the colt, grumbling something about 'big cats' and 'hating them with every fiber of her being' as she stopped beside the two of them.
"Did it get you? Any cuts or deep marks?" she asked, cocking her front leg to take the pressure off the bleeding limb.
But cougars, and other big cats, were a close second on her list of hated things. The brindled mare had taken a break that day from her duties in the kingdom, deciding to take some time planning on who should be sought to form an alliance with next. Then again, why she was thinking about it, she didn't know. Things like that should be left to the diplomats, like Ashara and Anahi. Raxa was a warrior, a beast bound by an oath of blood and sweat to do everything in her power to protect her home.
She might be asked to come along on a diplomatic alliance mission though, so at least allying herself with the necessary knowledge might come in handy. She didn't know if Anahi would be in the mood to seek an alliance this season, as the last three, she'd been content to stay home, not only to learn, but to raise her foals. Maybe this year she'd get off her ass and go within her first two months or so of pregnancy, so that the foal would still be too young for anything to happen to it while it grew.
At least, that's what Raxa hoped. She didn't really know anything about foals and the whole pregnancy thing; she'd never had one of her own yet after all. She wasn't exactly eager to either; she wanted to focus on herself, bettering her skills, and earning a worthy place in the kingdom for now.
The brindled mare's white muzzle pushed some grass aside while gripping other blades to chew and swallow to fill the hunger in her belly. The autumn grass wasn't the healthiest to eat, nor the most delicious, but it did for now. Raxa's tapered ears flicked back and forth as she listened for any nearby trouble, something a wild horse had to be not he lookout for. Any predator, or some stallion, could be lurking out there.
A loud cry echoed in the wind, and Raxa's head went up. Her blue eyes scanned the field around her, spotting the running form of a dappled horse, a large cat on her heels. She spotted a second horse soon after, a young colt by the looks of him. Raxa couldn't tell much from this distance, but the fact that a cougar was involved was enough for her.
Raxa took off into a flat-out gallop, whinnying angrily as she approached the mare, the cougar, and the young colt. She arrived there just in time to see the mare flipping herself over onto her back in an effort to crush the big cat. Raxa had to admit, it was a gutsy move, but effective, as she herself had performed it once before when she'd been attacked.
The colt questioned the dappled mare if she was okay, something Raxa wanted to voice herself. However, he'd beaten her to the punch. Then, the mare looked down at the big cat, stomping one of her hooves when she noticed the creature trying to get back up on its feet.
Raxa whinnied again, and reared up, striking out with her front hooves. She came down right in front of the big cat, though lifted a hoof again, threatening to stomp on it. The cat hissed and lashed out with a paw, slashing a cut down Raxa's front left leg. The mare squealed and came down with her hooves and teeth, the big cat moving out of the way in time.
Whinnying in anger again, Raxa chased after the big cat, doing her best to ignore the stinging pain in her front leg. When she'd chased the big cat off a good distance, she slowed to a halt, watching the beast head into the trees. Once she was sure it was safe, Raxa turned and limped back to the mare and the colt, grumbling something about 'big cats' and 'hating them with every fiber of her being' as she stopped beside the two of them.
"Did it get you? Any cuts or deep marks?" she asked, cocking her front leg to take the pressure off the bleeding limb.