The snow was soft and fluffy beneath the thick ice that covered the top of it. It crunched under my hooves as I shifted my weight. Steel colored locks fell about my shoulders, brushing against the white mist that was against my skin. I never understood what it was, but it was apart of my strange coloration that I had gotten at birth. So strange, and yet, I’ve yet to see another in my life with it, other than my mother, of course. I would hope that no one thinks of me as strange, out of whack, and abnormal. I was just different, that’s all. But then again, if they did have a problem with it, then they were the problem themselves. I would not stand for discrimination and I was not going to let anyone push me around, no matter how long they lived within the bounds of the forest. I was no one’s slave, and no one’s b!tch. Period.

The snow continued to fall, gracing my face with a light coating of snow. I shut my eyes, letting the flakes fall against my long lashes. It was easy to be at peace in the snow, so simple, so grand. My tail twitched back and forth, snapping against my sides, having it be one of the only sounds I heard in the night, until I heard and felt the approaching footsteps, and they vibrated the ground that stood beneath me. My dark eyes finally opened, my head turning towards the sound to see a dark figure approaching. Much smaller and lighter in color than Lyden. The vixen had a build that was brumby like, leading me to believe she be of mustang-like blood.

The girl approached, so she must be the welcoming committee here in the forest, I take it. She spoke, her voice seemed a bit shy and unsure, at least to my ears. “New here? To the forest, perhaps, the islands, No. I’m Aureila.” steady and sure, I spoke to the small girl. See, I could be somewhat nice if I tried. Not that I really planned on making very good friends in the herd. I would be civil, yes, but friends? I doubt it.

I study the little black mare, watching her body language as we stood there.

Soon came another, this time a little larger in height, much larger in girth, but I could see her sides were heavy with child. The partially bald-face buckskin. She seemed to take a protector role for the smaller black, and I could not stop the laugh that bubbled from the depths of my soul. The laugh fluttered to life in the still night of the snow. “Cool yourself mother hen. I’m not a foe.” I state plainly after she has spoken. She tried to reach out to me, but I didn’t reach out in return. I wasn’t about to get close to another who automatically views me as a thread. No thank you. You can think of me whatever you wish, but I’m not going to be polite when you sure as hell weren’t to me. Oh boy. Did she really think that if I was a danger to them that I would stand still this long? Not likely. “If I was not invited I would not be here, miss. I’m Aureila, and call Lyden if you wish his confirmation. I’m no threat to you, nor the other ladies or your young. In-fact. I’m part of the herd here.” I shake my head, wondering where in the world this miss got her flipping ideas from. I mean come on, I may be larger than anyone else in this herd land, but damnit there was no effing way I would hurt them. Unless they came after me.


aureila ; ten ; draft mutt ; silver grullo tobiano rabicano ;

female ; of the forest ; 17.0 hh

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