04-18-2017, 01:05 AM
Wow, the stallions were just getting desperate nowadays huh? It wasn't even time for the breeding season and already they were out and about, scouting for mares that would make good dams for their foals? All those guys seemed to want to do were accumulate mares and get foals out of them, along with professing their brute strength against one another to see who could claim the most mares.
Granted, Neoma was stereotyping, but she hadn't lived around a lot of stallions that could prove such thoughts different. So, that day, when she was grazing in the meadow and heard the call of a stallion ring through the sky, a summoning for mares, the blue roan merely rolled her eyes and continued munching on the lush, juicy grass.
It was only when a painted mare went sprinting by did her interest get piqued, if only slightly. Clearly, that mare was anxious to answer the stallion's call, but Neoma didn't sense any desperation of the wrong sort so to say. She hadn't gotten a good look, but it seemed the paint mare only wanted to reach him, as if he were a dear friend she'd been missing since the Reckoning.
Which wouldn't surprise her. A lot of horses had disappeared following the land's changes, including some of her friends, ones that she hadn't seen since departing Sylva and going in search of a new home since Kreios left the kingdom to Djinni. Neoma respected the former king's choice and held respect for the dappled mare, but felt that with the stallion's departure, it was time for a change of her own as well.
From where Neoma was grazing, now that her eyes were following the paint mare's form as she raced up the increasing slope of the cliffside until reaching near the top, she could see the stallion, his body dark in color that wasn't too far off from a raven or a starless night sky. Still, even from this distance, she wasn't terribly impressed. The sound of hooves indicated another had come to investigate, a glance to the side telling Neoma it was a palomino mare, her coat shimmering like the summer sun.
Neoma's own blue roan coat felt rather plain in comparison, but she was proud of her coloring. She enjoyed the roan markings she had, since, while others here sported even more unusual coats, roan wasn't one of the most common either, especially blue roan like hers. Yes, she'd met others, but the more unique coat colors of Beqanna's other residents made her feel unique enough that she was prideful about it.
Not really interested anymore, Neoma lowered her head beneath the grass tickling her belly, continuing her grazing. Her long forelock her grown out a bit more, and it could not completely cover one eye if she brushed it to the side. Now, it hung limply in front of her eyes, slightly becoming entangled in the grass before she pulled it away to graze on some of the other blades.
OOC: Yeah, Neoma isn't exactly impressed yet, but feel free to have Chemdog approach her if he'd be interested in putting her in his herd.
Granted, Neoma was stereotyping, but she hadn't lived around a lot of stallions that could prove such thoughts different. So, that day, when she was grazing in the meadow and heard the call of a stallion ring through the sky, a summoning for mares, the blue roan merely rolled her eyes and continued munching on the lush, juicy grass.
It was only when a painted mare went sprinting by did her interest get piqued, if only slightly. Clearly, that mare was anxious to answer the stallion's call, but Neoma didn't sense any desperation of the wrong sort so to say. She hadn't gotten a good look, but it seemed the paint mare only wanted to reach him, as if he were a dear friend she'd been missing since the Reckoning.
Which wouldn't surprise her. A lot of horses had disappeared following the land's changes, including some of her friends, ones that she hadn't seen since departing Sylva and going in search of a new home since Kreios left the kingdom to Djinni. Neoma respected the former king's choice and held respect for the dappled mare, but felt that with the stallion's departure, it was time for a change of her own as well.
From where Neoma was grazing, now that her eyes were following the paint mare's form as she raced up the increasing slope of the cliffside until reaching near the top, she could see the stallion, his body dark in color that wasn't too far off from a raven or a starless night sky. Still, even from this distance, she wasn't terribly impressed. The sound of hooves indicated another had come to investigate, a glance to the side telling Neoma it was a palomino mare, her coat shimmering like the summer sun.
Neoma's own blue roan coat felt rather plain in comparison, but she was proud of her coloring. She enjoyed the roan markings she had, since, while others here sported even more unusual coats, roan wasn't one of the most common either, especially blue roan like hers. Yes, she'd met others, but the more unique coat colors of Beqanna's other residents made her feel unique enough that she was prideful about it.
Not really interested anymore, Neoma lowered her head beneath the grass tickling her belly, continuing her grazing. Her long forelock her grown out a bit more, and it could not completely cover one eye if she brushed it to the side. Now, it hung limply in front of her eyes, slightly becoming entangled in the grass before she pulled it away to graze on some of the other blades.
OOC: Yeah, Neoma isn't exactly impressed yet, but feel free to have Chemdog approach her if he'd be interested in putting her in his herd.