Smoke rings in the dark Posted on November 27, 2013 at 03:39:43 AM by wynne | | ash
Lips grasping, pulling and then chewing; the sound of the grass between teeth seemed to echo around a tall massive mare. Her head lowered, her eyes half closed she grazed upon the sparse vegetation that grew along the base of an old tree. A few blades peeked from between her lips as she slowly raised her head, her blue eyes rolling in a single direction and it was the dark form lying upon the ground. Seeing it was still where she had left it, the mare lowered her head again to grab a few more bites.
It was by a strange drifting scent that draws the mother from the content and mildly dozing graze. Pausing mid-chew, she raises her head and peers in the direction she thinks the smell has come from. It was a stallion, the musk of it penetrating in an all-female environment. A strange feeling crawls up through her stomach, one she had not felt before. Taking a step closer to the dark shape upon the ground which was her yearling foal, the mare tries to peer through the trees and foliage and spot the invader. Unable to see him she turns to the foal, lowering her head and nudging the babe awake. Startled the girl flinches upright, blinking a few times rapidly before her body threatens to fall over once more to succumb to sleep.
Annoyed and nervous, the mare snorts causing her breath to ruffle the young filly’s ears and annoy her in return before a more forceful nudge was made. With a groaning huff the younger female concedes and raises her gangly body from the ground. Giving a shape of her head that followed with her body, she turned to her mother to nip at her shoulder not understanding why she had been awakened. Not caring about her child’s displeasure the mare once again looked in the direction of which she had scented the stallion. As her nostrils flared to taste his smell once more she also detected another mare. Not being one she recognized, it also made her curious which she had not felt before.
Stepping away from the child, the mare begins to move in the direction in which the scent was drifting from. Slowly the girl follows; her nose bumping against her mother’s hip from time to time as her strange grey eyes stare ahead. Trying to be as quiet as her heavy feathered hooves would allow she leads the girl around the brush to try and not rustle about in their approach. Only when she can see the outline of the large beast between the trees does she finally stop. In the dark she could hardly make him out but it was obvious of his power in the large silhouette he made. The mare with him was much slighter, but really the mare did not see her as the real threat.
Deciding it best if she did not venture closer, Wynne had started to turn back and take her daughter away from the male when the wind shifted. Now drawing away her scent and taking it like a dirty note to the stallion, the woman turns her head so that a blue eye can roll back his way. Would he take interest or simply act as if she did not exist? She could only hope for the latter.
