09-09-2016, 12:22 PM
We're all drawn toward what's beautiful & broken
Maus trudged sullenly through the forest. Snow still blanketed much of the land, but the thick, entwined branches of the trees offered some shelter from the weather. Winter was the grulla mares least favorite season. Yet, even though she loathed the cold, it's icy chill was the last thing on her mind. What had happened to Beqanna? Her memory was as foggy as the land was the day she woke up on top of The Mountain. She could remember choosing to live in The Jungle when she met Lexa and Topsail. She could remember meeting Lokii, that tricky bastard of a stallion, but should could not, for the life of her, remember how she ended up there. That day still rested uneasy in the mousey mares mind. It wasn't just her, either, every horse in Beqanna succumbed to the same strange phenomenon is seemed. It was like the mysterious forces of this place had grown angry. Why? Maus had no idea. She was still fairly new here and hadn't yet managed to wrap her mind around the strangeness.
A light nip on her stifle startles the grulla minx. It causes her to jump slightly, shoving her violently out of her thoughts and back into the cold harsh reality of the Forest. Turning her head to the left, Maus allows her deep amber eyes to settle on the small form that traveled beside her. "Soon, Pitch." she croons softly. The silver grulla colt offers a grunt of protest before softly nipping his mother again. "Hush now, child. We will stop soon enough." she says with a slightly firmer tone, her russian accent thick as she gently scolds her son. Obediently the colt settles, tucking himself closer to his mothers side as they both trudge through the snow.
It wasn't long after that when the two horses come to a dense cluster trees. Their branches spread out, tangled with each other to a create what resembled a broken umbrella. The ground here was mostly free of snow and the tree trunks provided some protection from the icy wind that tore across the land. Maus reached around her shoulder to nudge the colt who stood beside her. "Drink, Child. We will rest here." She says to him, watching as he eagerly steps forward to suckle. We must find a new home, Pitch." Maus was speaking more absentmindedly than to her son. "Or I fear the worst." she adds as she turns continues to watch her baby. A twinge of fear wrapping itself up in her russian accent.
A light nip on her stifle startles the grulla minx. It causes her to jump slightly, shoving her violently out of her thoughts and back into the cold harsh reality of the Forest. Turning her head to the left, Maus allows her deep amber eyes to settle on the small form that traveled beside her. "Soon, Pitch." she croons softly. The silver grulla colt offers a grunt of protest before softly nipping his mother again. "Hush now, child. We will stop soon enough." she says with a slightly firmer tone, her russian accent thick as she gently scolds her son. Obediently the colt settles, tucking himself closer to his mothers side as they both trudge through the snow.
It wasn't long after that when the two horses come to a dense cluster trees. Their branches spread out, tangled with each other to a create what resembled a broken umbrella. The ground here was mostly free of snow and the tree trunks provided some protection from the icy wind that tore across the land. Maus reached around her shoulder to nudge the colt who stood beside her. "Drink, Child. We will rest here." She says to him, watching as he eagerly steps forward to suckle. We must find a new home, Pitch." Maus was speaking more absentmindedly than to her son. "Or I fear the worst." she adds as she turns continues to watch her baby. A twinge of fear wrapping itself up in her russian accent.