Roamer did her best to pull herself from the ground, her ears tucked tight to her head. Her call had sent itself out into the open like she had needed, but her mind was a swirling place of fear and claustrophobia.The red dun filly loved her small space, but when it came to being cast against the ground like she was, there was not much room for anyone larger than her father to help her escape the clutches. With where her body was currently, she was in a tighter place than normally and she had no way of knowing if her sire could come rescue her.
Jerking her body around, Roamer pawed at the soil and continued to feel dirt and leaves cling to her body. Her sparse thin mane was coated with dirt and instead of being the shiny red it was supposed to be, it was now dingy and full of dirt. Her eyes held sorrow and panic, but she did her best to pull herself from where she was stuck to no avail. Her little body was stuck in the safe space she created and now she was forced to wallow in self pity and wait for someone to come to her rescue… literally.
Perking her ears, the young filly picks up the sound of a voice in the distance and turns faintly to face it. Her white face was marked with brown mud and she felt like a mess. Her short tail flailed out behind her as she once more tried to stand. Her flailing movements seemed to create more mud around her, the one flat grass now so upturned that she was locked in a mud hole and her one side was coated from her feet up to her ears with how she had flailed around in the murk. She wanted out, but she was stuck here like a fawn with a broken leg.
With the sound of hooves coming closer and the rustling of brush, Roamer perked her ears and gave another sad whinny to the horse coming her way. Roamer had never met the other horses in the forest but she could tell from the scent coming her way that it was a mare, one that did not live with her father and mother. Snorting, Roamer was about to flail around more when the horse came into her view and she finally stopped making a bigger mess to dig her from. She wanted out and the little whinny she let out once more spoke that loud and clear as she pawed at the earth with her front hooves.
At the mares voice, Roamer was about to stick out her tongue with the words ‘I did not get myself into this mess.’ but she knew better than to do that. Instead, she sighed and nodded her head. “My…. my legs fell out from under me.” She murmured, her voice weak from the amount of effort she put into flailing and causing a bigger mess. “I… please?” Roamer could barely get more words out as she tucked her tiny ears and set her soft eyes upon the mare with a pleading light to them. She would love to escape this place.
Huffing though, Roamer looked about them and noticed all her little friends were gone now with her cries for aid and the loud noises she made kicking and stomping on the brush in her need to escape. She hated her friends leaving, but it aided her in keeping her mind now locked on the large horse in front of her.
ROAMER
Mare | 15.1hhs | red dun | dsld defect | of the forest
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