Llama
Aikoh
Mare
Anglo-Arabian x Warlander
Sooty Bay Frame Over
15.2 hh
4
Sample Post
A light drizzle fell softly across the now damp grasses of the woods. Darkness had fallen across the land and what little moonlight did happen to peek through the tree tops, fell across the wet ground. There were few sounds to break the otherwise silent evening. There was only the nearly inaudible sounds of light breaths being taken from the figure that lay curled at the base of a rather large tree. Her alabaster face was tucked across dark knees, one white hoof tuck against her belly and her hind limbs also curled against her slender bulk. She lay, eyes opened and staring at the empty night before her. Dark eyes stood out against her pale features and inky black hair fell in straight waves across the curve of her cheek. She did not move when the rain picked up. She simply lay still and quiet n the grass, taking in shallow breaths that stemmed from the nerves that tied knots in the pit of her stomach.
She was free. It was such a simple word. It was all she had wanted for as long as she could remember and now she was completely lost. Though she had purposely traveled to these lands, she was lost with what to do. What did one do with freedom? She had been certain she would naturally find her way and figure out her purpose. Perhaps she just needed to give it time. Her nostrils twitched and she found herself snorting at her own thoughts. No, she had simply failed to plan what she would do with her new found freedom. In any case, she mused, now she did not have to worry about the ones she had managed to outwit. She doubted they would realize she was gone until it was far too late, for they could not track her now that the rain had most certainly washed her scent away.
So here she lay, dark eyes peering out into the dark night as she pondered over her circumstances. She wanted something from this life. Something more than being a prisoner ever would have gained her. She didn't know what that was or if it was even anything in particular. She only knew for certain that it would be something different than she'd ever hoped for back home. Whether that was something exciting or all together boring, mattered not to the dual-toned mare. Freedom of its self had been all she'd dared to hope for until today. She settled in to the base of the tree, her chin still nestled between her legs as she contentedly watched the rain that slaked thee earth. It didn't both her. No, it was washing away her past and giving her a fresh start. It was quite welcomed by the mare.
She drew her head upward, dark eyes widening as she spied the silvery figure. He looked like moonlight formed to the figure of a stallion and for a moment she thought she had seen a ghost. She shifted and pulled her limbs from beneath her body to pull her form upward. Though he moved slowly and spoke softly, wanted to be on equal footing. She glanced beyond him, gaze flickering to make certain no others accompanied him. She dragged in a ragged breath and forced her wildly beating heart to slow. This is fine, she told herself silently. It was simply someone inquiring of her well-being. She slender neck drew up and held her frail skull to a far more alert position than it had been before.
"Forgive me! I did not mean to trespass!" Slipped from her lips on a near whisper, the sudden realization that perhaps she was not in free lands dawning on her startled mind.
She tossed a glance to the woodline and shifted sideways, calculating her ability to escape. She was mildly panicking.
Mildly Her nostrils flared rapidly and she stepped backward, her hindquarters bumping against the tree.
"NO!" She cried on another hoarse and barely audible whisper, before turning to realize her folly. Dark eyes looked at the tree and if her face could have reddened, it would have. In her panic she'd forgotten the tree she'd rested against. She turned back, lowering her rounded muzzle to the ground and sucking in a much needed breath as her deep eyes found purchase on the stallion once more. Ebony hair clung in a socked mess against her pale face and her muscles tightened from the nerves that clung taut to her frame.
Aiko, why are you so nervous all the time? You've been here long enough to know your place. To build a routine to keep you safe from our lord. Can it really get much worst? You're already a prisoner. Can't sink much lower than that, little lady!
Resignedly, she stepped forward and lowered her head still submissively. That was the answer, wasn't? It was what kept one safe when others were around. They wanted obedience and blind subjugation. Aiko was good at both. Too good. Years of practice made perfection, she supposed. A sigh fell from her lips and she calmed her nerves. Slowly her form relaxed and she found the ability to speak, her voice still quiet but finally louder than the meager whispers from earlier.
"Sire, my lord, forgive me. I will leave at once. I have not taken anything. I- I was resting from my esc- travels." The words were spoken softly, timidly and almost pleadingly.
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