12-04-2016, 07:50 PM
minerva
Her mother had been gone so long that the small painted child tires from stalking butterflies and telling herself stories. The summer sun was so , so warm and she was just so , so sleepy. The green of her coat helps to camouflage her but the pristine white that contrasts is almost blinding. Small grunts are heard as she moves to bed down in the deep sea grasses, nestling down quietly after a few wiggles to get her long legs just right in a jumbled pile. Minerva's small jaw opens as she yawns broadly before laying her small head atop her hooves as she curls closer to herself.
Hours have passed and darkness is draped upon the meadow like a precious silk scarf. The hoots of ole owls wake the child from her sleep. Dark green eyes blink sleepily as she should not be aware yet though something has stirred her. "Momma?" The word is barely above a squeak as she peeks from between the thick grasses, trembling. Painted legs awkwardly move to stand her small form up as quickly as possible. Small ears are rotating, her body stiff with dear. There was something out there and it wasn't her momma. Small whimpers echo and strangle in her throat as she knows she is far too small to evade an predator that lurked just beyond her field of vision. Instead, the child waits and attempts to be as brave as possible for the impending death that waited for her.
Hours have passed and darkness is draped upon the meadow like a precious silk scarf. The hoots of ole owls wake the child from her sleep. Dark green eyes blink sleepily as she should not be aware yet though something has stirred her. "Momma?" The word is barely above a squeak as she peeks from between the thick grasses, trembling. Painted legs awkwardly move to stand her small form up as quickly as possible. Small ears are rotating, her body stiff with dear. There was something out there and it wasn't her momma. Small whimpers echo and strangle in her throat as she knows she is far too small to evade an predator that lurked just beyond her field of vision. Instead, the child waits and attempts to be as brave as possible for the impending death that waited for her.
