She usually steered away from others. She had never been a social horse, and did not enjoy the feeling of their eyes pressing into her skin, slicing through her flesh. She had always found it uncomfortable, whether it be mere fright or the biting jealousy at them having eyes that actually worked. She had always been blind, always been mute. But being mute was harder to explain that it would seem. She knew her vocal cords worked.. but for some reason, she could not make a sound. She was living in a forever silence in which, at times, was so loud she just wanted to cover her ears as best she could. She could not explain how deafening it was. How sometimes she just wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Sighing, she moved forward a few more steps, before lifting her skull to the sky and sniffing.
She had obviously left Neith, where she had been wandering before. She had been following Fledgeling, a colt who had shown her kindness like no others had. And though she didn't want to leave him, she knew he needed his space. After all, he didn't feel the bond that threatened to explode from her veins. She would keep it quieted, and very hopefully wish that he would one day see her devotion to him. For even though she was physically an adult, or at least a young one if you counted three as mature, she was not yet emotionally grown. She had lived her life, fragile as grass, ever so delicate. Every sound frightened her, every touch sent her reeling. She had never met her mother or father, for they had merely abandoned her. But she had grown used to being alone.
No one had ever loved her, so she didn't expect them to start now.
So as she travelled, ears flicking hopelessly, being one of her only useful scents. But she still moved, skull turning as if observing the nature around her. Her eyes glowed a brilliant blue, either from some kind of outside luminescence or her mere blindness. Sometimes, she could see a tinge of blue, and when this happened she revelled in it. But now, it was just darkness. Sighing, she moved into a trot, hearing the faint sound of rushing water. This made her feel slightly happier, for the place she had wandered into was very hot. But before she could make it into the water, she rammed straight into another. With an inward gasp she took a few clumsy steps backwards, her heart fluttering inside her chest.
Her mouth opened, formed words of apology, but no sound escaped. She had done this a few times recently, and she did not know why. But, alas, it did not work like she so desperately hoped, and resorted to standing, shuddering and flinching at every sound. She hoped whoever she had rammed into would not attack.
