The fact this land had been claimed was not lost on the mare. She had been roaming the trails long enough to pick up the scents and see the tracks. At first it had been the sad lonely stallion. His presence had grown stale. She had been right. A sad lonely stallion, in a sad lonely forest, with nothing to keep him here. The scents had shifted to that of a mare. At first Adelheid had been curious about what this new ruler might do to an intruder in her fortress.
Once again, Adelheid was sorely disappointed.
She was neither welcomed nor challenged. Merely watched from afar. Adelheid’s lip curled in disgust. A woman had come to rule this land and did not even had the boldness to fight for it when an intruder dared cross that boundary. This new mare did not greet a stranger and try to build the ranks and numbers of her herd.
Her hard gaze shifted and saw the silhouette of the lead mare on the crest of the ravine. For a moment she merely watched the other woman. Her tail flicked once in a silent challenge. She was the intruder. She had made a mess of the other’s home.
A smirk spread across the young woman’s face. She remembered the injustice that happened when two stallions had wandered into the Peak. Her head heightened and she wondered what route this mare would take. When she did nothing, Adelheid nearly bared her teeth in disgust.
Pathetic. She snapped into the air. With another toss of her head and a roll of her eyes she turned to leave the forest.
A sad sad lonely island with sad sad lonely horses who did not have to guts to stand for what little to nothing they had.
Adelheid
Mare : Friesian Mutt : Black Splash : Inka&Valentine |