Wind whipped her mane and forelock forward, the tangled ends stinging her skin with the early and misty morning that brought the promise of autumn. It was here she could feel her old home, the land she had lived in with her lover. It smelled of damp earth, the cooling air that brought her nostrils to flare, the smell of bark and birch and all that was forgotten long ago. Yet here it was, it came every year, and it was the season Lillith thrived in, the season three of her children had been born into and the season that had brought her into her glory.
Moving a dark leg forward she moved through the mist, the dew drenched grasses painting themselves along her hooves, folding and crumpling beneath them as she passed. The meadow was quiet this time of morning, save for the twittering of birds that would remain until the cool rush of winter pushed them south. Much was beginning to change, as it should. However autumn has only begun and the leaves are only just starting to turn into hues of red, gold, and orange. If she were to describe a sunset it would be using the poetry of autumn, however Lillith is not that sentimental, she only whispers stories in her children’s ears when they nurse and stick to her side, and after that a whole new education must begin.
Without stopping she extends her neck towards the earth and rips up a chunk of grass that hasn’t yet yellowed and chews lazily upon it. Before she knows it she’ll be ravenous and reaching her teeth to anything that’ll stay the hunger. It’s not her first time being pregnant, but it is her first in a while. There is no intention of pulling up to stop, Lillith has yet to find a spot to suit her and she’ll be damned if she just sits out in the open like a beacon. Flaring nostrils she ignores the more damp areas that her hooves sink into and shifts over roughly a quarter of a mile before she stops and breathes in deeply.
Standing by a few shrubs, their flowers long since gone and the green hue fading slowly Lillith is satisfied, if she must she can use them to slow down an aggressor. She has to think for two now after all. Most likely. A small satisfied smile weaves it’s way onto her lips, recalling the stallion she had encountered. Out of the men who had been hanging around the breeding ground he had seemed like he could give her a strong child. Didn’t hurt he wasn’t bad to look at, call her vain but looks certainly helped, didn’t they? Lowering her head briefly to the ground again she snaps up a few more chunks of greenery and gives a snort while she looks over the meadow, the mist still hanging over her and all other creatures that have come out to play this morning.
Waiting for something interesting was something Lillith wasn’t shy of, she hadn’t been shy in her approach of the stallion, of the mares in the common ground, in truth she wasn’t shy of anything she really wanted in her life, certainly wasn’t going to change now either. With a flick of her ears and a tilt of her head she can hear the heavy hoof beats of an approach before the morning sounds take over again. Inhaling she senses something familiar and that coy smile that had danced it’s way onto her lips during their previous meeting finds it’s way back, “you can come closer, you know,” her voice is almost playful- yet there is a soothing tone beneath it, hiding that more coercive inflection she used so often.“I promise not to bite.”
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