Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on July 19, 2019 at 01:04:01 AM by Evanescence
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In his defense, the stallion didn't look like he knew what to do now that he'd seen her. It was almost like he was frozen in place. She didn't know why he kept staring. Was he just looking to add more members to his herd and she was the first mare he came across? Maybe he didn't want to pass up a challenge and that's what he saw her as. She snorted at the thought, reachin out to paw the ground with a fore hoof nervously. She almost didn't want to look away, just in case he took that as an invitation to come closer. She quivered at the very thought. Sure, she knew eventually she might be claimed and have to join a herd. It would be too much of a dream to think she could find one without stallions. No, she'd have to face her fear one way or another. When she started snorting and looking around, she could sense that he was unsure. He pulled his gaze away but acted like it was an effort. Her ears flicked back and forth uncertainly. Was he going to run at her or go away? She wasn't sure. As he went to turn his body away, she felt something inside her tense. A new fear bubbled up, the fear of being alone. She felt it that night the other stallion went to leave after telling her about the cave beneath the waterfall, too. She was terrified of stallions because of what one had done to her but at the same time, she was so tired of being alone. As he looked back at her once more, she was sure he could read the indecision all over her face. She waited with bated breath to see if he would step away but when he didn't, she felt a small flutter of something new in her chest: hope. When he suddenly turned back to her, she took a hesitant step back out of instinct, though her ears pricked, wondering what he was going to do. As he let out a nicker, she felt her skin quiver again at the deep voice. But she swallowed past the fear and lowered her head, another rattling snort leaving her nostrils before she looked once more at him. Nothing in his body language spoke of hostility but how could she be sure? But if she didn't give him something, he'd probably turn around and leave. Sighing, she lowered her head, chewing her lips submissively as a foal would do to older horses. Then she let out a low nicker back. It was a small sound, but a big step for her. Evanescence_mare_3yo_Belgian/Percheron Mutt_17hh_blue roan coat_black mane&tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_no home |
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