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12-08-2016, 05:21 PM
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In search of food, she had managed to shuffle her way through the smaller drifts and into the meadow. Without the protection of many trees, the snow was deeper here and the going slow. Aware of her vulnerability to predators in these conditions, the old mare chose to stay close to the edge, where the snow was not as thick and the shadows were longer. A herd of deer browsed just beyond her, and she also kept them in sight, relying on their superior abilities to detect any sign of danger early on. It was only when she was satisfied with these precautions that she lowered her head and began to paw amongst the snow for her breakfast. Her satisfaction, however, was short-lived. No sooner had she taken the first bite of the soggy grasses then did the deer look up in unison, freeze, and came thundering past her. Alarmed, she began to follow, though her arthritic joints and the heavy snow prevented any hasty flight. And then she heard a child’s laughter. She slowed. Lo and behold, there he was, the source of the panic himself: a mere colt, sliding down one of the drifts with his legs splayed and giggling hysterically all the while. Sheba’s face twisted into a scowl--that was what had interrupted her breakfast? Trudging back to the patch that she had cleared, she grabbed another dead mouthful, glaring at him balefully all the while. So much for a peaceful morning, the crone thought grumpily, yanking away at her breakfast. OOC: Cranky Sheba is just lurking at the edge of the meadow. She’s also questing, so she looks super old, thin, and dirty. |
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