09-11-2016, 01:42 PM
We're all drawn toward what's beautiful & broken
Old man winters icy fingers raked against the mares body as a frigid gust of wind tears through the trees. She hoped and prayed spring would come soon, not only because she loathed this season with a burning passion; but mostly due to the silver grulla colt who called her Momma. At the thought of her son, Maus bends her neck to peer out of a mess of black dreads, observing the babe. Pitch was still far to young to be trusted to withstand Mother Natures brutalities on his own. A frown drags the corners of her mouth downward as she watches a shiver race through his tiny body. The grulla minx fears that if winter doesn't break soon, her beloved baby would freeze to death. The thought causes her ears to sink downwards a little. If the child died Maus would not only be devastated, she would be absolutely furious. If it hadn't been for that no good low life, Lokii, she wouldn't be in this situation. Everyone knows that when breeding, one should do so in the BEGINNING of breeding season and not the end. That way when the foals are born that have longer to strengthen themselves for when this god awful season rears its ugly white head!
Agitated now by the thoughts of the trickster stallion, Maus absentmindedly reaches forward to pull the child closer to her, tucking him up next to her warm barrel in effort to hold off the chills. Even though the mouse colored mare hated Lokii, and I mean really hated him, the product of her rape was one of the best things that had ever happened to her. In a world where everything didn't make sense, Maus found solace in the small silver grulla child and she would do whatever it took to protect him.
-Snap- the dull sound of a snow covered tree branch breaking catches Maus' attention. Startled by the approach of someone, she allows her head to whip around in the direction the sound had come from. Standing a respectful distance away was a steel gray mare. Maus allows her ears to dip a little deep into her messy black dreads, a simple warning to not get to close. Maus wasn't taking any chances, she knew if a struggle would occur Pitch would be in grave danger. The steeled mare speaks and respectfully Maus turns to face her while simultaneously putting herself between the mare and her baby. As the new comers words end, the grulla mare can't help but allow her ears to lift a little. Yes, Lexa had recruited me right before...well, before the Jungle disappeared." she says her russian accent entwined in a swirling column of steamy breath. "And you?" She adds, her left ear tipping backwards towards Pitch as he cautiously peers around his mothers hind leg.
Agitated now by the thoughts of the trickster stallion, Maus absentmindedly reaches forward to pull the child closer to her, tucking him up next to her warm barrel in effort to hold off the chills. Even though the mouse colored mare hated Lokii, and I mean really hated him, the product of her rape was one of the best things that had ever happened to her. In a world where everything didn't make sense, Maus found solace in the small silver grulla child and she would do whatever it took to protect him.
-Snap- the dull sound of a snow covered tree branch breaking catches Maus' attention. Startled by the approach of someone, she allows her head to whip around in the direction the sound had come from. Standing a respectful distance away was a steel gray mare. Maus allows her ears to dip a little deep into her messy black dreads, a simple warning to not get to close. Maus wasn't taking any chances, she knew if a struggle would occur Pitch would be in grave danger. The steeled mare speaks and respectfully Maus turns to face her while simultaneously putting herself between the mare and her baby. As the new comers words end, the grulla mare can't help but allow her ears to lift a little. Yes, Lexa had recruited me right before...well, before the Jungle disappeared." she says her russian accent entwined in a swirling column of steamy breath. "And you?" She adds, her left ear tipping backwards towards Pitch as he cautiously peers around his mothers hind leg.