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01-05-2013, 02:44 AM
Romani
It was a slow day for the palomino mare. She had spent the morning playing with Kasai, having the cub chase her across the fields of the Foothills, but was careful to not outstrip the young tigress and her somewhat gangly legs. It would be some time before Kasai could move with the sleek grace of her feline cousins, and for now would have to do with the sloppy trot that all small cubs seemed to possess. It was a good bonding experience for the two of them, and only after she had played her fill, Kasai had laid down to doze in the grass.
Now, it was noon, and the black and white cub still slept to Romani’s right, her spotted ears twitching whenever a stray fly would land upon the appendages. The Haflinger mare, herself, was content to graze, muscled neck lowered to press her muzzle to the sweet grass that the Foothills offered in abundance. Pulling the sweet shoots of grass from the earth, she sighed, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. If only all days could be this peaceful and lazy… But then again, if they were, then nothing would get done.
The rapid sound of hoof beats approaching is what pulled the palomino’s attention from the grass she was eating, causing her to lift her head and direct her gaze to the area and her and the slumbering tigress. Azure eyes immediately landed on the form of a mare tearing across the emerald fields, a golden paint with an ivory mane and tail. The warrior could not remember seeing this mare before, but she had a somewhat familiar scent… Was she a citizen of the Foothills? If so… Then why had the palomino never seen her before?
Glancing to Kasai, the mare sent a mental nudge to the cub to wake her from her slumber. Lifting her tired head, the said cub yawned and exposed the sharp incisors of her teeth for perhaps a moment before her jaws snapped shut. Ever so slowly the tigress got to her feet, head swiveling slightly to regard the stranger with curious, deep blue eyes. The warrior moved closer to her companion, just in case, and Romani inhaled a deep breath of fresh air before releasing a whinny to alert the golden paint of her presence. The tone was not challenging, yet wary, and slightly curious.
Her ears perked in anticipation, tossing her head and inhaling deeply through her nostrils. “Hello, there!” She called then, tossing her cumbersome mane from her face and voice raised to be carried over the vast distance between the two mares. Her tone was pleasant and welcoming.
[OOC: Teeroo… I’m SO SORRY for this horrible post. XD My next one will be better.]
Now, it was noon, and the black and white cub still slept to Romani’s right, her spotted ears twitching whenever a stray fly would land upon the appendages. The Haflinger mare, herself, was content to graze, muscled neck lowered to press her muzzle to the sweet grass that the Foothills offered in abundance. Pulling the sweet shoots of grass from the earth, she sighed, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. If only all days could be this peaceful and lazy… But then again, if they were, then nothing would get done.
The rapid sound of hoof beats approaching is what pulled the palomino’s attention from the grass she was eating, causing her to lift her head and direct her gaze to the area and her and the slumbering tigress. Azure eyes immediately landed on the form of a mare tearing across the emerald fields, a golden paint with an ivory mane and tail. The warrior could not remember seeing this mare before, but she had a somewhat familiar scent… Was she a citizen of the Foothills? If so… Then why had the palomino never seen her before?
Glancing to Kasai, the mare sent a mental nudge to the cub to wake her from her slumber. Lifting her tired head, the said cub yawned and exposed the sharp incisors of her teeth for perhaps a moment before her jaws snapped shut. Ever so slowly the tigress got to her feet, head swiveling slightly to regard the stranger with curious, deep blue eyes. The warrior moved closer to her companion, just in case, and Romani inhaled a deep breath of fresh air before releasing a whinny to alert the golden paint of her presence. The tone was not challenging, yet wary, and slightly curious.
Her ears perked in anticipation, tossing her head and inhaling deeply through her nostrils. “Hello, there!” She called then, tossing her cumbersome mane from her face and voice raised to be carried over the vast distance between the two mares. Her tone was pleasant and welcoming.
[OOC: Teeroo… I’m SO SORRY for this horrible post. XD My next one will be better.]
The true Soldier fights not because
He hates what is in front of him,
But because he loves what is behind him.
