It has been quiet. Too quiet. The big black mare has taken to watching the scattered inhabitants of the peak as closely as she would her own family. Everyday she missed them, her matka, her rodina and now she could only project her feelings towards those who surrounded her in the peak. Her heart trembled with worry when she could barely catch the scent of oswin and her daughter any longer. She could only have faith that the painted mare would return to lead once more. She tried not to think of the strange encounter in the meadow as best she could but the bold figure of the black stallion cut sharply into her mind and she found she could not block him out. He cut into her thoughts no matter how she tried to think of other things.
She has been watching from her perch, as usual, keeping an eye on the precious few who remained in the rugged territory with the vigilant eye of a protector, a warrior. She stands like a Greek statue, regal and poised, with her back to the steep mountainside. Her thoughts alternate from the tufts of grass rippling temptingly below in the breeze to the striking image of the stallion who wouldn’t stop haunting her thoughts. Another moment of her carelessness, of distraction, and she may have been too late to notice the blur of gold that lurched threateningly toward one of her own. As it was she hated to be caught so off guard when she considered it her duty to watch over her herd mates. Her honor relied upon their safety and security.
With a bellow she leaped from the higher ground, scattering rocks and debris with a clatter. She appeared like a great black dragon, with thunder and fury, beside the unwelcome guest to their peaceful land, bypassing the winding switchback trail and choosing instead to risk a run in with the rough edges of rocks or worse, a steep fall if she couldn’t keep her legs beneath her. It was luck and precision of movement that afforded her some success as she managed the rapid decent with little more than scrapes and bruises to her haunches and forelegs.
She is all fire as she catches his words and his attempt to lay teeth on what she considers, despite their lack of familiarity, her sister. Her eyes are hard as flint as she roars and attempts to drive him away. She dwarfs him, making it easier than it would be if she were a small mare but she is not willing to take any risks. She doesn’t take the chance of trying to drive him away and leave the small chestnut mare on her own in case he may have brought reinforcements. Instead she chooses to attempt to get between them, hoping he will realize he stands no chance at driving them both from their home. She as immovable as the mountain they stand upon. Her voice is loud and harsh as she yells at him.
nechte tady. nejste vítáni . Leave or die.
Never does she offer to leave the side of the mare he attempted to make off with, she circles and blocks her as best she can and offers to bite or kick it he manages to come closer, Hoping it will be enough for him to realize he would be wise to give up before she doesn’t give him a chance to decide his fate.
