Post by stitchedskull on Dec 30, 2005 16:17:11 GMT -5
Soft daggerstapped the ground like rain falling from the heavens. The deep, rich black was still glossy and clean in youth, bleed into the soft ebon coat she wore. Delicate skull dragged through soft blades of grass, ticking her nares lightly. Hot breath steamed from lightly before the head rose to gaze behind her. Tuftted tail, just started to grow long now, darted out as a few flies. Banner still prodded high into the air mostly, but was starting to lean to one side. Growing body was awkward on the still slender stilts as she kicked her pace intoa soft trot to find water. Forcibly weened, she had to nibble on the grass she could find.
Still too young to be of dark blood or light, she was simply a confused, nervouse filly. A small stream streaked through the grass, under trees and through the water reeds. It was chilly and icy, perhaps the remaining melted ice from the mountais. A warm pink tongue stretched into it, lapping it thristily before the soft muzzle lifted again to search her souroundings. Safe still.
A cool sigh left her ivories as she lowered herself into teh cool shade and lush grass for a rest. Stilts curved neatly below her, skull resting beside her.
The foal was lucky enough to not be plaugued daily and contiuesly by one of her earliest, and by far ugliest memories. No, she simply thought of other things, important things, like finding water, fresh grass, gentle equine to help shelter and protect her. Avoiding cougars and wolves, and bears and snakes. It was amazing what filling a small mind did to keep out unwanted thoughts.
But as she lay in shade, soothed by a stream, she could recall.
Still too young to be of dark blood or light, she was simply a confused, nervouse filly. A small stream streaked through the grass, under trees and through the water reeds. It was chilly and icy, perhaps the remaining melted ice from the mountais. A warm pink tongue stretched into it, lapping it thristily before the soft muzzle lifted again to search her souroundings. Safe still.
A cool sigh left her ivories as she lowered herself into teh cool shade and lush grass for a rest. Stilts curved neatly below her, skull resting beside her.
The foal was lucky enough to not be plaugued daily and contiuesly by one of her earliest, and by far ugliest memories. No, she simply thought of other things, important things, like finding water, fresh grass, gentle equine to help shelter and protect her. Avoiding cougars and wolves, and bears and snakes. It was amazing what filling a small mind did to keep out unwanted thoughts.
But as she lay in shade, soothed by a stream, she could recall.
