White December

She could still remember his warmth upon her skin, his blue eyes staring her down and into her soul mercilessly, despite the kindness he held within them. The way he spoke had made her heart beat faster, her mind grow dizzy and her thick legs to wobble. She had been brought to a mess of emotions before him, and there was nothing she could have done about it. So instead, she had departed from their meeting in a state of confusion. Feathered limbs dragged in the snow, causing the particles to cling desperately to the dark hairs, and behind the trail lay dinner plate imprints, marking where the mare had been. The sun was sharp against the snow, the glare briefly blinding her for a moment.

In that time, she had failed to notice the furry creature crossing her path, and as such one of her larger hooves planted itself firmly on the fox's tail. Upon realizing the difference in terrain suddenly, December stepped back in surprise, looking down to find a nearly white creature with an egg before its paws. This was a rather large egg, one that she hadn't seen from the local birds around here. Ignoring the small fox, as with one stomp of her hoof she could easily crush it, her nostrils pressed themselves against the egg, taking in its scent curiously, steel eyes wide open to focus entirely on the specimen. Could it be she had found another egg that held something more than just one of the wild animals that flourished in these lands? She had tried twice before to obtain one, and had failed both times, causing the mare to all but give up on ever getting one of them. There was something special about them, something that made everyone desire them before their own lives it seemed, and now there was a chance for her to finally have one as hers.

She finally remembered that there was a creature next to her. Pausing from her observation she glanced over to it, ivory ears pricked toward it and face remaining expressionless, as she wondered what exactly she was supposed to do now to keep this egg away from the little mutt's jaws. Surely it was intending on eating it for dinner, but she would not let him get away with such things. With a rough bout of air escaping her muzzle, she snorted at him decisively,"I'm taking this from you. I suggest you leave here before I'm forced to kill you out of self defense."



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{WC: 423
Tag: @[NPC]
OOC: Feel free to have him run or fight, whatever you feel like doing :3}