11-03-2015, 01:35 AM
Oh, Ethaethe was livid. That Spotted mare just loved to get under peoples skin. Thae had schemes growing, fuming in her head. She had her head bowed, deep in thought. Her eyes reflecting her iceey heart. Her legs positioned at a perfect M, almost like she stopped mid-trot. She knew what her body was craving, but didnt know on what. Her body craved blood, but she didn't know if it was moose or deer. Fawn or calf. So she just stood there, ready to pounce on a victim. Then, maybe the field wasn't ready for a others blood to be shed. So she called out, thinking some dark herd stallion would hear her.