12-12-2016, 05:15 PM
Her nimble legs quickly navigated over roots and paths of the forest, the wind whipping her mane she ran, not out of fear or trouble but for the sheer joy of running. Her bay coat flashed through the shadows of the trees. Her neat, able hooves did not make a single step wrong, after all she had grown up here with her mother, running through the trees with the friends as a young foal. She was still young of course but her mother had left her recently.
she came to a stop before she reached the meadow outskirts her nostrils flaring. She had grown up at her mothers side in the loose, ever changing herds of the forest...
She watched out over the tall grasses and serenity of the meadow but turned preferring the cover and comfort the the trees she had grown with...
her mother had left her, not out of spite or malevolence but because she had to move on... 'loner' horses don't stay as a family for long.
Occasionally she would see horses she played with as a foal but she was grown now, a horse of her own mind.
Mirri
Don't assume I will follow and drop all my morals...