04-09-2017, 08:34 PM
Holy... crap... never did she think...
Ever since Beqanna's reckoning, Sreva had been on her own. The other mares of her former herd, the one looked over by the stallion Chemdog, had all separated, going their own ways and finding life in other places of Beqanna. Sreva, however, did not trust others like she had that stallion. True, her relationship with Chemdog wasn't anything beyond friends, mare/stallion of a herd relationship when they'd been separated, but she still trusted him. He'd been there for her, defended her, given her a home within his herd. If she didn't trust him with her life, she at least trusted him with certain knowledge about herself.
Facts she would never admit to any other horse.
But the day the herd had been pulled apart, Sreva had been separated from Chemdog. She feared for his safety, and looked for him for a long time, but nothing ever came up. No signs, no gossip among the field horses, nothing. She had almost begun to lose hope, figuring she would need a new home. She went from kingdom to kingdom, meeting with poor results. And in the field, a couple stallions that tried to take her for their own gain. It got to the point that Sreva resorted to hiding in the forest until things settled down, until today, when she was out grazing in the meadow since the most recent stallion had left.
Then, she heard the first call. For a moment, the mare thought she was hallucinating. It couldn't be him; he was gone. The second one echoed out, and hope rose. The third, longer one sounded out, and Sreva knew it was true. The pintaloosa mare broke into a gallop, heading off in the direction the call was coming from. She arrived in a grazed out part of the meadow, the grass low but still green enough to support a number of horses. Sreva not included, since she had been off in the nearby trees that began the forest stretch.
Her eyes scanned the meadow carefully for any sign, but it was only when she looked slightly up that she saw him. The familiar black colored form, his tall, lean build a giveaway among other muscled stallions that lived here in the meadow.
She did not even hesitate to run to his side. The mare let out a whinny to alert him, skidding to a stop once she got to the hilltop and closer to Chemdog. As she stopped to catch her breath, she took the chance to look him over. He appeared to have lost some weight and muscle, but still looked fairly healthy. His coloring had not changed, his eyes still gentle but with that hidden fire she'd come to adore.
Sreva's overall appearance had not changed much either in the years, except for some things here and there. Her form had filled out from its lean, thin yearling style from when she'd first met Chemdog, the mare's pintaloosa coat now covering a healthy, good layer of muscle on her shoulder, hips, loins, back, and everywhere else they had developed. The scars had not faded, but were now more hidden by her long grown-out three-colored mane mane, the length stopping just short of the bottom line of her neck. The coloring had changed some, the brown now a shade or two lighter than her body's color, and the black streaks in her mane and tail had become more prominent.
But nothing could change the guarded look in her eyes, except seeing him. Now, relief clouded them, tears of joy threatening to fall from the mare's light brown eyes as she looked up at the stallion. She was still in a state of shock right now, her chest heaving to catch her breath, but still she spoke out in between, "Thank... god..." she got out, still in such a speechless state he was here that she couldn't think of anything else.
@[Chemdog]
Ever since Beqanna's reckoning, Sreva had been on her own. The other mares of her former herd, the one looked over by the stallion Chemdog, had all separated, going their own ways and finding life in other places of Beqanna. Sreva, however, did not trust others like she had that stallion. True, her relationship with Chemdog wasn't anything beyond friends, mare/stallion of a herd relationship when they'd been separated, but she still trusted him. He'd been there for her, defended her, given her a home within his herd. If she didn't trust him with her life, she at least trusted him with certain knowledge about herself.
Facts she would never admit to any other horse.
But the day the herd had been pulled apart, Sreva had been separated from Chemdog. She feared for his safety, and looked for him for a long time, but nothing ever came up. No signs, no gossip among the field horses, nothing. She had almost begun to lose hope, figuring she would need a new home. She went from kingdom to kingdom, meeting with poor results. And in the field, a couple stallions that tried to take her for their own gain. It got to the point that Sreva resorted to hiding in the forest until things settled down, until today, when she was out grazing in the meadow since the most recent stallion had left.
Then, she heard the first call. For a moment, the mare thought she was hallucinating. It couldn't be him; he was gone. The second one echoed out, and hope rose. The third, longer one sounded out, and Sreva knew it was true. The pintaloosa mare broke into a gallop, heading off in the direction the call was coming from. She arrived in a grazed out part of the meadow, the grass low but still green enough to support a number of horses. Sreva not included, since she had been off in the nearby trees that began the forest stretch.
Her eyes scanned the meadow carefully for any sign, but it was only when she looked slightly up that she saw him. The familiar black colored form, his tall, lean build a giveaway among other muscled stallions that lived here in the meadow.
She did not even hesitate to run to his side. The mare let out a whinny to alert him, skidding to a stop once she got to the hilltop and closer to Chemdog. As she stopped to catch her breath, she took the chance to look him over. He appeared to have lost some weight and muscle, but still looked fairly healthy. His coloring had not changed, his eyes still gentle but with that hidden fire she'd come to adore.
Sreva's overall appearance had not changed much either in the years, except for some things here and there. Her form had filled out from its lean, thin yearling style from when she'd first met Chemdog, the mare's pintaloosa coat now covering a healthy, good layer of muscle on her shoulder, hips, loins, back, and everywhere else they had developed. The scars had not faded, but were now more hidden by her long grown-out three-colored mane mane, the length stopping just short of the bottom line of her neck. The coloring had changed some, the brown now a shade or two lighter than her body's color, and the black streaks in her mane and tail had become more prominent.
But nothing could change the guarded look in her eyes, except seeing him. Now, relief clouded them, tears of joy threatening to fall from the mare's light brown eyes as she looked up at the stallion. She was still in a state of shock right now, her chest heaving to catch her breath, but still she spoke out in between, "Thank... god..." she got out, still in such a speechless state he was here that she couldn't think of anything else.
@[Chemdog]