Despite the serenity of the scene around the contented stallion, eyes watch him.

Blue-green eyes peer out beneath the thin veil of her forelock as Natyre does her best to remain as still as a hunting cat. Tall reeds sway and whisper around her, the occasional touch of their stiff stalks tickling her skin and causing her mahogany hide to shudder uncontrollably. Yet even with this, the young girl does not let her attention waver.

An impish smirk tugs at the corners of her ashen labrums as ever so slowly, she wades through the throng of shallow waters and salt grass. She can just barely catch glimpses of his black and white splashed coat between the dense stems of grass, her only indication that he still remains entranced at the water’s edge. ’This is gonna be good.’ she murmurs to herself as yet another forefoot lifts to plant quietly in the muddy water. Her target is close, so close she can practically hear the gulps he takes of water over the rustling waters.

Muscles bunch beneath her mahogany skin as Natyre bows her body and leaps from her hiding spot with a loud, "Rawr!!" she shouts, the fierceness of her feline attempt somewhat mitigated by the laughter in her voice.

It’s not like she couldn’t have found other victims for the butt of her pranks, but to be completely honest, none were as close in age to her as the black and white boy. She had seen him from time to time, grazing with the russet colored mare in the distance or curled deep in conversation against her side as she and Nyimara did their nightly patrols. She had asked often enough if she could play with him, especially those months when Cahyr had been taken away from the Desert. But by the time Nyimara would agree, like a wraith in the night, the boy was gone, disappeared into the desert landscape. Now more than ever, without the constant eyes of his mother, or hers for that matter, Natyre was not willing to let this opportunity pass her by.

Mud-stained whipcord lifts proudly over the curve of her rump as Natyre pranced nearer. ”I scared you didn’t I?” she purrs, cocking her small muzzle to him, delight gleaming behind sea-foam eyes

Natyre

Ee Aa nZ / filly / 15.2wfg / Nyimara x Asmodeus