You can blame it on me Posted on April 28, 2020 at 01:55:58 AM by Sylens
If you think I'm the misery, ✵
The dark red stallion slithered through the trees like a great spotted snake. His hooves were deft, careful, making little sound in the deep insulating snow as he followed the scent of a mare. He had caught a glimpse of her a while back, a beautiful moon-splashed creature who seemed no more solid than the steam that rose from her nostrils.
He was sure she had not yet detected him, though he had been tracking her like a predator stalking prey for what felt like hours. Didn’t she know it was dangerous out here?
Steam billowed softly through his flared nostrils as the trees opened up and the spotted stallion watched the painted mare step forward for a drink. He raised his head, upper lip curled to scent. She smelled sweet. He wondered if she could hear him. He made no attempt to alert her to his presence when he finally stepped forward; rather, he tried to remain silent, stepping slowly and carefully so as to avoid the crunching sound of snow. He resembled a big cat creeping up on a meal—or a toy.
"Aren’t you cold?" he purred over her shoulder, finally dropping the efforts of silence. "Looks like spring might be late this year."
