Post by WildBrumby on Apr 6, 2009 7:51:08 GMT -5
She had heard there was a new king. A handsome deep chested Ruler. That was why she has crossed the borders to meet him. Well, maybe not meet but atleast get a good look before she fled. Just incase he was mean spirited. Though from the odd rumours flying around he wasn't. As the black mare walked further into the territory, she began searching for some scent of a herd. So far she had found none and this only sparked her interests more. Had the king not gathered a herd yet?
Flicking her ebony tassles, she picked up and easy lope and hugged the edge of a small creek, following it as it wound its way through the rolling plains. The grass was knee high, slightly bruised from the crushing white snow, though to avoid a struggle she still went along the muddy riverbank, leaving deep prints in the grey brown dirt.
Autumn started to slowly when the river swung east. She was near a small stand of oak trees. Their wide branches casting a dark respite from the afternoon glare. During summer this would bea very comfortable spot. Though the insects might be an issue.
The friesian mare slide under the cover of the trees. Enjoying to cooler air on her dark hide. Autumn stood under one of the largest and decided to rest for a moment. She lowered her head and nibble tentativly at the weak green shoot trying to grow in the domimnating trees shadows. As she chewed, the mare considered where the stallion must be. Or his head. She hadn't seen any trace yet and it was begin to make her wonder what could have happened.
Flicking her ebony tassles, she picked up and easy lope and hugged the edge of a small creek, following it as it wound its way through the rolling plains. The grass was knee high, slightly bruised from the crushing white snow, though to avoid a struggle she still went along the muddy riverbank, leaving deep prints in the grey brown dirt.
Autumn started to slowly when the river swung east. She was near a small stand of oak trees. Their wide branches casting a dark respite from the afternoon glare. During summer this would bea very comfortable spot. Though the insects might be an issue.
The friesian mare slide under the cover of the trees. Enjoying to cooler air on her dark hide. Autumn stood under one of the largest and decided to rest for a moment. She lowered her head and nibble tentativly at the weak green shoot trying to grow in the domimnating trees shadows. As she chewed, the mare considered where the stallion must be. Or his head. She hadn't seen any trace yet and it was begin to make her wonder what could have happened.
