C R O W
He had not stayed long. No one ever did.
Crow had stayed her distance from the stallion who had called this his home when she had first arrived. But like every other soul that the dark mistress had seen, the stallion had vanished without as much as a goodbye. If the ebony mare could have felt sympathy, she might have let just a small amount fill her soul for those that had actually been a part of his herd he had so carelessly left behind. But such emotions only brought pain and Crow refused to be a victim of such torture anymore.
Silence could not last forever
When the stallion’s harsh scent first intruded upon the delicate nares of the black mare; Crow’s first reaction was to pin her ears and harshly expel the musk as if that would rid his existence. Sadly that did not remove the offending smell and so she had departed from the small sanctuary in which she had tucked herself away in among the jungles to venture closer to the shores. She had stayed among the shadows, watching the big brute as he makes no attempt to hide his presence.
Fool Crow thinks. He walks as if there is no dangers here He would soon learn differently if one of the many big cats came across him. Deciding she would not interfere nor reveal herself, Crow departs to hide amongst her shadows once more.
Curiosity killed the cat
Crow held no interest in socializing with others, whether it was mare or stallion. But when another brute’s scent intruded upon her senses the vixen was once more leaving her sanctuary to investigate. It was the most action that this island had seen in some time and Crow convinced herself that it would be okay to allow herself to see what had washed up onto the shore now. Or rather, she owed it to herself to find out.
Dark eyes drifted across the black brute’s handsome frame but it did nothing to appease the mare. Delicate ears flick forward for just a brief moment as she hides amongst the shadows, before one twitches to the sound of heavy hooves and a battle cry. Such a dramatic entrance only causes Crow to feel annoyance. As the red and white stallion charges as if to drive the black one away with the same curtesy as he might treat a mare, Crow turns away with lack of interest.
She leaves the stallions to sort out their mess of relations but instead of going back to her sanctuary, the dark mare drifts among the palms until she reaches a quiet stretch of beach that is now silver as the moon casts its light. The crashing of waves is the only sound to fill her ears and for the first time in many seasons, Crow leaves behind the rocks and shadows to emerge onto the beach. It is nothing like paradise, but it reminds her enough of the neighboring territory that it brings a flash of sadness into her otherwise void eyes.
Lost in memory, the black mare does not leave where she stood only a few feet from the crashing water. Even as the sun begins to rise once more to cast its warm glow across her midnight colored skin.
female // mutt // fifteen.one // four // black [EE/aa] // frost
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