Posted on July 24, 2014 at 07:40:37 PM by Esmeralda
 Mera tossed her head as he suddenly took off; the water his legs kicked up spattering against her sand colored skin. With a laugh she launched herself after him, her dark hooves pounding in the water as she held her head high and her tail flagged much like her Arabian heritage. Eyes focused on his back she lowered her head slightly and aimed to catch up with him and slowly gained, her legs stretching to eat up as much ground as her stride could possibly reach. Ears flipped back so that the wind did not howl in them her dark nostrils flared to drink in the much needed oxygen. Slowly she pulled up beside him; running shoulder to shoulder with the stallion but not aiming to pass. Mera was enjoying the companionship of the run rather than the actual race and let her head rise again and her ears flip forward for just a moment before they tipped back again. She had shortened her stride just slightly to stay at his side but as she blew out a heavy breath to drag in more oxygen she lengthen her stride like she had to catch up and put on another burst of energy and speed to pull ahead. Suddenly the young mare lurched forward; pain shooting up her left front leg. A squeal ripped free of her lips as her legs quickly slowed, rocking her weight back to try and stop on her rear-end to keep the burden from the troubled limb. Not really sure what happened she turned her head back once she stopped to see if she had stepped in something or if her leg had simply gave out due to the strain of the pulling sand. Not seeing anything, Mera lowered her head to brush her dark lips against where the pain emitted and instantly it flared through the leg again and she jerked her head away with a snort. Keeping her leg up so only the toe of her hoof touched the sand; Mera’s skin along her neck and flanks began to darken with sweat from fear and from the exertion of the run. With no knowledge on what had caused this and not used to the feeling of pain she trembled, her mind racing with all the possibilities on why this had happened. Turning her gaze over to her father it was obvious she was scared and waited for him to tell her what to do. |
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