Thump thump, rustle, thump thump… The patterns, she recognized them immediately. Her delicately arched ears instinctively thrust back against the shag of her mane, and she wheeled around quickly… Only to come face to face with a face she doesn’t recognize. Her ears shot forward, perking with curiosity now. Although she’s physically old enough to be considered a woman (in her opinion), there was still so much youthful naivety that fills the young mare’s head; an experienced mare may have kept her sour disposition to an eager young stallion’s approach. She also doesn’t recognize that he’s as young and new at socializing as she was.
Âkulu closed the distance between them, offering her nose to Raegar in greeting. She may have been naive to many things but she had the basics down, at least. The first words out of his mouth puzzled her, and her head seemed to tilt with curiosity. “ Why would I want to go to a place called the Badlands? What makes it so bad? “ she asks. Âkulu had no way of knowing the gravity of what venturing to the Badlands might mean to her family, but as a first impression? Why would she want to go somewhere with ‘Bad’ in the name?
He would note, now that they stood face to face, that she’d only had two markings across her body: The single ghostly white mark along her barrel, and a small pink snip at the center of her nostrils. Her eyes were a striking blue against the dark field of her face and they shined with curiosity and interest. “ Who are you, anyway? “
Âkulu felt herself finally relax, as Raegar had provided a much-needed distraction from the woes that plagued her mind. Although her mother had promised salvation and freedom, she couldn’t help but wonder… when she would ever truly feel stable? The stallion who’d been introduced as her sire had showcased just how strong and spirited he was, and while she felt she could trust his strength, she still couldn’t escape the thought of it being... Temporary.
Âkulu - Filly - Mutt - Black Overo - Fell x Bluechild - Glory