02-08-2017, 01:40 AM
If there was one thing that Zhenga had in common with her dam, it was her desire to run. Even though Raxa did it to stay in good shape to be a warrior for Sylva, Zhenga did it because she found it fun. She loved the feeling of the wind in her mane, her hooves thundering on the ground as she raced through the grassy meadows and trees that were found in her home. She was just a free spirit, and loved every minute of it. Even one day, when she'd take up an official rank in the kingdom, she would retain that part of her.
So, whenever she had a chance to go out and run, Zhenga took it. Often times, she would also try and drag her friend, Eiria, out with her. Zhenga would've asked Siba first, but she hadn't seen the filly since the kingdoms had changed. She figured that Siba was off taking care of her dam, since the medicine hat mare seemed a bit depressed that Nymphetamine wasn't around a lot. Siba was a lot like Raxa and Zhenga, in the latter's opinion, but also much more responsible, which would make sense if she was taking care of Nitika.
Zhenga let out a whiny of joy as she felt the warm sun on her back, the breeze blowing her mane and tail back as she sprinted fast as she could across the meadow. She heard another set of hooves behind her, and she laughed as she glanced back. This morning, she'd invited Eiria to come out on a run with her, and, looking back, she could see the champagne mare chasing after her.
"Come on you slowpoke!" Zhenga shouted, knowing full well that the mare could probably keep up with her if she really tried. Just to mess with her friend, Zhenga put on a burst of speed, her legs a blur beneath her roan body as she flat out galloped even faster, dust kicking up behind her.
Finally, after several more yards of running, Zhenga began slowing down, waiting until she was in a slow canter before tucking her hind legs under her and sliding to a halt. She reared up, letting out an excited whinny, thrilled with the joy that run had brought her. Once she came back down, she snorted and shook out her neck, her long black mane falling on both sides of her neck in its typical odd fashion. Her forelock split over the small white star on her forehead, a marking she did try to hide from her dam's friend Anahi whenever they met up.
She could see the pain in Anahi's eyes whenever she glimpsed the star marking. It reminded her too much of them... Zhenga couldn't know what that pain really felt like. She had known her sire, much like all of Anahi's foals, but soon after she'd reached weaning age, her dam had pretty much cut Jedi out of their lives. Zhenga didn't really know why, and had wanted to ask. Then, the lands changed, and Raxa made a point to leave Jedi out of their lives again. The roan filly was somewhat disappointed, but she sensed her dam had a reason. Raxa had a reason for everything she did, and despite Zhenga's rebellious streak, she knew to listen to her dam. Perhaps Raxa was right, perhaps she was wrong. Zhenga just wouldn't question it.
While waiting for Eiria to catch up, the wind shifted. Zhenga's senses turned as her nostrils were filled with the scent of two other horses, not far away by the strength of the smell. One, she recognized, the other, no. So, immediately, she decided she would check this out.
Calling to Eiria to tell her to follow, and ignoring the slight fatigue that had been building up while she waited, Zhenga galloped toward the source of the smell. Her eyes glimpsed two forms in the distance, by the edge of the tree line before it gave way to meadow grass. One was a dark horse, a mare that Zhenga identified as Karaugh. If she remembered correctly, that dark mare shared the same sire as her friend, Siba. Sibs's paint markings were a shade or two lighter than Karaugh's, thanks to Nitika's own colors, but the resemblance was there just enough that a wall-trained eye could make it out.
Sliding to a stop once again, a few yards from the two horses, Zhenga took in the other one's form. A young stallion, chestnut, with white points on the legs, and a blaze down his sleek face. Glancing between the mare and stallion, a playful glitter flashed through Zhenga's eyes. She was never one to pass up the chance at teasing, which is what often got her into trouble.
"Hey Karaugh," Zhenga said, taking in big gulps of air to catch her breath. She stopped a few feet from the duo, her black tail flicking back and forth to get rid of the flies buzzing around her. "Who's your friend? Another newcomer from the meadow?" she asked teasingly.
@[Karaugh]
So, whenever she had a chance to go out and run, Zhenga took it. Often times, she would also try and drag her friend, Eiria, out with her. Zhenga would've asked Siba first, but she hadn't seen the filly since the kingdoms had changed. She figured that Siba was off taking care of her dam, since the medicine hat mare seemed a bit depressed that Nymphetamine wasn't around a lot. Siba was a lot like Raxa and Zhenga, in the latter's opinion, but also much more responsible, which would make sense if she was taking care of Nitika.
Zhenga let out a whiny of joy as she felt the warm sun on her back, the breeze blowing her mane and tail back as she sprinted fast as she could across the meadow. She heard another set of hooves behind her, and she laughed as she glanced back. This morning, she'd invited Eiria to come out on a run with her, and, looking back, she could see the champagne mare chasing after her.
"Come on you slowpoke!" Zhenga shouted, knowing full well that the mare could probably keep up with her if she really tried. Just to mess with her friend, Zhenga put on a burst of speed, her legs a blur beneath her roan body as she flat out galloped even faster, dust kicking up behind her.
Finally, after several more yards of running, Zhenga began slowing down, waiting until she was in a slow canter before tucking her hind legs under her and sliding to a halt. She reared up, letting out an excited whinny, thrilled with the joy that run had brought her. Once she came back down, she snorted and shook out her neck, her long black mane falling on both sides of her neck in its typical odd fashion. Her forelock split over the small white star on her forehead, a marking she did try to hide from her dam's friend Anahi whenever they met up.
She could see the pain in Anahi's eyes whenever she glimpsed the star marking. It reminded her too much of them... Zhenga couldn't know what that pain really felt like. She had known her sire, much like all of Anahi's foals, but soon after she'd reached weaning age, her dam had pretty much cut Jedi out of their lives. Zhenga didn't really know why, and had wanted to ask. Then, the lands changed, and Raxa made a point to leave Jedi out of their lives again. The roan filly was somewhat disappointed, but she sensed her dam had a reason. Raxa had a reason for everything she did, and despite Zhenga's rebellious streak, she knew to listen to her dam. Perhaps Raxa was right, perhaps she was wrong. Zhenga just wouldn't question it.
While waiting for Eiria to catch up, the wind shifted. Zhenga's senses turned as her nostrils were filled with the scent of two other horses, not far away by the strength of the smell. One, she recognized, the other, no. So, immediately, she decided she would check this out.
Calling to Eiria to tell her to follow, and ignoring the slight fatigue that had been building up while she waited, Zhenga galloped toward the source of the smell. Her eyes glimpsed two forms in the distance, by the edge of the tree line before it gave way to meadow grass. One was a dark horse, a mare that Zhenga identified as Karaugh. If she remembered correctly, that dark mare shared the same sire as her friend, Siba. Sibs's paint markings were a shade or two lighter than Karaugh's, thanks to Nitika's own colors, but the resemblance was there just enough that a wall-trained eye could make it out.
Sliding to a stop once again, a few yards from the two horses, Zhenga took in the other one's form. A young stallion, chestnut, with white points on the legs, and a blaze down his sleek face. Glancing between the mare and stallion, a playful glitter flashed through Zhenga's eyes. She was never one to pass up the chance at teasing, which is what often got her into trouble.
"Hey Karaugh," Zhenga said, taking in big gulps of air to catch her breath. She stopped a few feet from the duo, her black tail flicking back and forth to get rid of the flies buzzing around her. "Who's your friend? Another newcomer from the meadow?" she asked teasingly.
@[Karaugh]