RiekaThe foliage shakes, leaves falling to the earth in slow motion as every nerve ending in Rieka's brain is screaming for her to run. But she can't. As if glued to the ground, she stands wide-eyed like a fresh doe in the headlights. Her breath hitches with each strangled breath that falls from her quivering nostrils. She doesn't know what kind of creature lives here in the meadow. It smells like a horse but she cannot be sure and she feels the threat of warm tears behind her eyes.
Suddenly he appears from the trees and she breathes a sigh of relief, though it's a short lived sort of relief. Her drops his head, advancing upon her like a beast. His mane and forelock fall in such a way that frames his dark face, and maybe he'd have been handsome if she wasn't terrified.
Finally, finding her feet, Rieka takes a few staggering steps back. "P-please, don't come a-any closer." She's afraid to turn away to run and she's afraid to take initiative and fight back. Fight. Flight. Neither seemed to be the right option. Whatever this stallion wanted, Rieka didn't want to find out.
He remained ever-silent, despite her pleading. "I don't-t know what you want," her voice faltered with a sob, tears now trailing down the sharp angles of her delicate desert-bred face. Her ears flick back, disappearing into her mismatched mane of silver and black. Her tail snaps down against her haunches and she takes another step back.
Maybe intimidation would work. Though, Rieka herself did not wield such a talent. Her father did. "My father won't be happy if I get hurt." She bore a resemblance to him, but she also could have been related to a hundred other horses on the islands. She had one chance to make it count. Steeling her nerves, Rieka planted her feet, knees knocking together as she trembled. Finding her voice and fixing Fell with a determined stare, she spoke.
"Surely you've heard of my father, Rafe."
RIEKA | 2 YO | GREY (BAY OVERO) | RAFE X LUMA | BADLANDS |
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