Post by mistgirl29 on Apr 8, 2011 5:46:00 GMT -5
A moonless night, a night for mischief. The mare had had the foolish (or could it have truly been smart?) idea of bedding down for the night near the lagoon as she continued her trek to nowhere. While the thick foliage hid her from passerby, it also hid them from her. Her camouflage patterns distorted her body shape in the patched and pale starlight. Another winning point for the mare.
The sandman had paid his visit to gypsy hours ago. Her legs were tucked up beneath her belly, head bowed and nodding to the rhythms of slumber. The grass near her darkened muzzle bounced and swayed with each gentle breath. A slight snore announced how tired the painted mare was, how deeply she slept.
She was oblivious to the hushing sound of wings above her head, used to the noises of birds as they flew about, as they sometimes landed on her back to collect loose fur to decorate their pretty little homes. The quiet splash yards away, however, startled the little beastie into full awareness. Her heart pounded hard against her ribcage, quieting the nighttime noises as the blood thundered through her ears. Her black and white head jerked up and back, tossing pale locks of hair into a mess around her ears. Nostrils flared as she attempted, and failed, to capture the scent of whatever had made the noise that woke her. Sane, normal, harmless creatures (such as she) slept during the night. What could make that kind of sound? She waited, hoping yet not, for the noise to make itself heard again.
Ker-splash!
gypsy groaned as she rose, shaking the dust and debris that had settled onto her back during her slumber. With little care, she crashed through the brambles, made her way to the shore of the giant puddle. She was close enough that the trek took a minute before brush and bramble gave way to gritty sand.
Ker-splash! Ker-splash!
The mare snorted and chuckled at her earlier caution. The sound was nothing but leaping fish! She shook her head before stepping hoof-deep into the water and taking a few sips. The cool liquid rushed from throat to belly, effectively chasing away any remaining tendrils of sleep.
She shuddered, her body tingling with energy. Before she could pause to think about how foolish she was about to be, gypsy jumped forward, crashing into the water. She ran (or attempted to) and leapt and kicked, celebrating the feeling of being alive and the beauty of a night spent under a clear night sky. She laughed, the happy and innocent sound bouncing high to tickle the feet of the stars. She was making enough noise to wake even the deepest of sleepers.
The sandman had paid his visit to gypsy hours ago. Her legs were tucked up beneath her belly, head bowed and nodding to the rhythms of slumber. The grass near her darkened muzzle bounced and swayed with each gentle breath. A slight snore announced how tired the painted mare was, how deeply she slept.
She was oblivious to the hushing sound of wings above her head, used to the noises of birds as they flew about, as they sometimes landed on her back to collect loose fur to decorate their pretty little homes. The quiet splash yards away, however, startled the little beastie into full awareness. Her heart pounded hard against her ribcage, quieting the nighttime noises as the blood thundered through her ears. Her black and white head jerked up and back, tossing pale locks of hair into a mess around her ears. Nostrils flared as she attempted, and failed, to capture the scent of whatever had made the noise that woke her. Sane, normal, harmless creatures (such as she) slept during the night. What could make that kind of sound? She waited, hoping yet not, for the noise to make itself heard again.
Ker-splash!
gypsy groaned as she rose, shaking the dust and debris that had settled onto her back during her slumber. With little care, she crashed through the brambles, made her way to the shore of the giant puddle. She was close enough that the trek took a minute before brush and bramble gave way to gritty sand.
Ker-splash! Ker-splash!
The mare snorted and chuckled at her earlier caution. The sound was nothing but leaping fish! She shook her head before stepping hoof-deep into the water and taking a few sips. The cool liquid rushed from throat to belly, effectively chasing away any remaining tendrils of sleep.
She shuddered, her body tingling with energy. Before she could pause to think about how foolish she was about to be, gypsy jumped forward, crashing into the water. She ran (or attempted to) and leapt and kicked, celebrating the feeling of being alive and the beauty of a night spent under a clear night sky. She laughed, the happy and innocent sound bouncing high to tickle the feet of the stars. She was making enough noise to wake even the deepest of sleepers.
