07-17-2016, 10:15 PM
Raxa simply glanced away, surprised to be thanked; that hadn't really happened before, "Don't mention it..."
The mare remained pensive as the dappled one gazed over her own body, looking for any marks the cougar had left. As she did so, Raxa took a moment to consider herself lucky. She knew the cougar could've done much worse damage than it had. The wound on her leg was the show of that animal's power. She knew she should be thankful she had won the battle with her life still intact. Yet her pride would not allow her to do such a thing; she knew she'd escaped with her battle instinct and cunning, even if those skills wouldn't outmatch a cougar in full-on fight mode.
The dappled mare noticed claw marks along her rump, expressing her distaste for having been wounded before trying to stand up. Raxa wanted to warn her she shouldn't try such a thing, but held her tongue back. It wasn't her place to tell the mare what to do, not if she wanted to try standing with that wound. Raxa was a bit impressed by it, but not by much; the brindled mare herself had seen horses, including herself, with worse.
Leaving the mare alone a moment to see if she could stay standing for more than a few minutes with those wounds, Raxa looked at Andras. She didn't know the colt very well; all she was aware of was his sire was the lead stallion of Anahi's herd, and he was a high-ranking warrior. Not that she appreciated that; it meant she had to respect him. As it was, she only barely respected the other admiral, Jedi.
Still, this colt looked powerful, like his sire, but that only told Raxa he may not be incredibly self-confident yet. He used the prowess, the image of his sire he possessed to hopefully intimidate others around him. Sadly, that wouldn't work on Raxa.
"Doesn't our home have some waterfall that heals wounds?" Raxa asked, blue eyes focused on the colt.
The mare remained pensive as the dappled one gazed over her own body, looking for any marks the cougar had left. As she did so, Raxa took a moment to consider herself lucky. She knew the cougar could've done much worse damage than it had. The wound on her leg was the show of that animal's power. She knew she should be thankful she had won the battle with her life still intact. Yet her pride would not allow her to do such a thing; she knew she'd escaped with her battle instinct and cunning, even if those skills wouldn't outmatch a cougar in full-on fight mode.
The dappled mare noticed claw marks along her rump, expressing her distaste for having been wounded before trying to stand up. Raxa wanted to warn her she shouldn't try such a thing, but held her tongue back. It wasn't her place to tell the mare what to do, not if she wanted to try standing with that wound. Raxa was a bit impressed by it, but not by much; the brindled mare herself had seen horses, including herself, with worse.
Leaving the mare alone a moment to see if she could stay standing for more than a few minutes with those wounds, Raxa looked at Andras. She didn't know the colt very well; all she was aware of was his sire was the lead stallion of Anahi's herd, and he was a high-ranking warrior. Not that she appreciated that; it meant she had to respect him. As it was, she only barely respected the other admiral, Jedi.
Still, this colt looked powerful, like his sire, but that only told Raxa he may not be incredibly self-confident yet. He used the prowess, the image of his sire he possessed to hopefully intimidate others around him. Sadly, that wouldn't work on Raxa.
"Doesn't our home have some waterfall that heals wounds?" Raxa asked, blue eyes focused on the colt.