Post by *> S u N f r o s t ♥ on Aug 25, 2007 12:32:36 GMT -5
The gray mare confidently moved across the terrain, enjoying the cold on her thick coat. She was scared of none, and carelessly stepped on an unsuspecting moth without stopping herself. Her forelock was long, trailing to the ground, but it only added to her beauty. Strides were graceful and showy, body compact and strong. She was Lystra, the darkest of the dark.
Her ears were perked constantly, intently listening for others. She was forming a game in her mind as she traversed the icy land. A very fun game, and one that would probably end in death if she disliked the stallion enough. But for the time now, she would look for that one stallion that would or wouldn't fall to her game. She looked innocent enough to be a light, and that would be the center of her amusement.
She hadn't eaten for a day or two, or drank water either. But she was a smart mare, well trained in survival. She trotted towards a large boulder and licked it, knowing her body heat would melt the ice and produce water. While waiting for the ice to melt, her eyes cast around, looking for stallions.
Her ears were perked constantly, intently listening for others. She was forming a game in her mind as she traversed the icy land. A very fun game, and one that would probably end in death if she disliked the stallion enough. But for the time now, she would look for that one stallion that would or wouldn't fall to her game. She looked innocent enough to be a light, and that would be the center of her amusement.
She hadn't eaten for a day or two, or drank water either. But she was a smart mare, well trained in survival. She trotted towards a large boulder and licked it, knowing her body heat would melt the ice and produce water. While waiting for the ice to melt, her eyes cast around, looking for stallions.