08-14-2016, 08:25 PM
Seems like another fall season was on its way. Raxa showed her displeasure in the form of a snort; she wasn't much a fan of the colder seasons as much as the warmth. The summer days meant longer time periods for training, running, and chasing off stallions who were otherwise after her. Well, she did that on regular basis when she went to the Field anyways, but point put aside, Raxa loved seeing the look in the stallion's faces when she got away.
Whether they were looking to claim her for her unique coat color (not that she thought that was the reason) or just to add another mare to their harems, Raxa wouldn't let them have the chance. She'd rather take a chance at living in the flooded Desert.
The brindled mare had been doing all right since her last predator encounter. She'd received a pretty nasty wound to her hindquarters, but with time and patience, it had healed. A scar was left over, of course, but now Raxa was able to run like she hadn't even been injured. She was glad her limb still worked okay, otherwise she'd be pretty much useless. The mare shuddered; she didn't even want to think about such a thing happening.
A light breeze brushed against the mare, ruffling her sleek coat. Her long mane drifted forward, falling onto her neck to the point where it almost covered her eyes. The mare shook her head to clear her line of sight before grabbing another mouthful of grass, content to spend her remaining time in the day grazing before she went out on her regular patrol.
A call from the crows echoed above the trees, and Raxa's head went up immediately. What could have alerted them? It didn't seem like they were over-reacting, so it might not have been a serious matter. Still, she would remind herself to check it out later, just in case whatever frightened the crows was a threat to the kingdom.
Another call sounded off, but this one was familiar, and definitely not a crow. Rather, it was a horse, Jedi, to be exact. Raxa rolled her eyes; he hadn't stopped trying to find her since she'd disappeared that day, wanting her wounds to heal in peace. She'd been lucky to get away from him; she didn't want him worrying over her. He'd say she should rest and he'd help get anything she needed, but that wasn't how Raxa worked. She wanted to do things herself, and hated being treated like a foal. If anything, it was her biggest pet peeve.
However, she knew Jedi was genuinely worried, and there was no need to be treated like a foal anymore, not after her wound healed. Knowing he wouldn't stop looking for her, if just to make sure she was okay, Raxa decided to go see him to assure him she was fine. The mare cantered away from her grazing spot and headed in the direction of Jedi's call.
After a time, she reached where he was. Slowing to a walk a couple of strides away, Raxa smiled playfully at her friend, "You called?"
Whether they were looking to claim her for her unique coat color (not that she thought that was the reason) or just to add another mare to their harems, Raxa wouldn't let them have the chance. She'd rather take a chance at living in the flooded Desert.
The brindled mare had been doing all right since her last predator encounter. She'd received a pretty nasty wound to her hindquarters, but with time and patience, it had healed. A scar was left over, of course, but now Raxa was able to run like she hadn't even been injured. She was glad her limb still worked okay, otherwise she'd be pretty much useless. The mare shuddered; she didn't even want to think about such a thing happening.
A light breeze brushed against the mare, ruffling her sleek coat. Her long mane drifted forward, falling onto her neck to the point where it almost covered her eyes. The mare shook her head to clear her line of sight before grabbing another mouthful of grass, content to spend her remaining time in the day grazing before she went out on her regular patrol.
A call from the crows echoed above the trees, and Raxa's head went up immediately. What could have alerted them? It didn't seem like they were over-reacting, so it might not have been a serious matter. Still, she would remind herself to check it out later, just in case whatever frightened the crows was a threat to the kingdom.
Another call sounded off, but this one was familiar, and definitely not a crow. Rather, it was a horse, Jedi, to be exact. Raxa rolled her eyes; he hadn't stopped trying to find her since she'd disappeared that day, wanting her wounds to heal in peace. She'd been lucky to get away from him; she didn't want him worrying over her. He'd say she should rest and he'd help get anything she needed, but that wasn't how Raxa worked. She wanted to do things herself, and hated being treated like a foal. If anything, it was her biggest pet peeve.
However, she knew Jedi was genuinely worried, and there was no need to be treated like a foal anymore, not after her wound healed. Knowing he wouldn't stop looking for her, if just to make sure she was okay, Raxa decided to go see him to assure him she was fine. The mare cantered away from her grazing spot and headed in the direction of Jedi's call.
After a time, she reached where he was. Slowing to a walk a couple of strides away, Raxa smiled playfully at her friend, "You called?"