Meadow

As the morning sun rose, casting its warmth across the meadow, Sakhmet slowly blinked open her two-toned eyes. Rather than the sands she was born to, it was the lush greens of the foreign land that greeted her. The shadows of the trees still cast their cooling embrace over her lithe body as she stood silently among the land’s guardians, her gaze quickly sweeping out into the open where her sweet enchantress danced. The glow that cast across her body caused a smile to grace Sakhmet’s features, and as Eness called to her, she took a step towards the mare, unable to resist her beckoning.

Before the pale mare had taken another single step, the reek of a male burned into her nose. The intoxicating scents of their kind already hung heavy here, but this one was fresher than the rest, and held the sharper musk of the sands than the vegetation that grew here. Had they been followed from their homeland? As he appeared, Sakhmet’s ears disappeared into her thick ebony made, and with the power like that of the storms frequented to their last home, the grey mare burst free of her hiding place.

Hooves pounded into the solid earth, taking her swiftly to her beloved’s side. Sakhemt slid to a stop when she had safely placed herself between them, giving a half rear of defiance. “Najas” she hissed as her dark hooves slammed back into the ground. Blood marked crown held high, her narrowed eyes glared daggers at the stallion, daring him to come any closer to that which was her’s.