09-18-2017, 12:15 AM
Raxa was disappointed to find out that this was what Djinni wanted to speak to them about. Why was she stepping down now? Why in the world would she not be willing to fight back against whatever was rising in Beqanna? What kind of leader was she? But the mare had to remind herself that Djinni sat on the throne for this long at least. Still, that didn't excuse the fact that she was basically running away from her responsibility as a leader.
Despite the same urge her daughter had to go explore, Raxa remained in Sylva, wishing to be there to support her only friend. Anahi, the champagne mare she'd known since back in the Falls kingdom, was growing worried because her daughter Eiria had not returned from a recent expedition to the Field. Raxa had offered to go and look, but Anahi insisted that Eiria could take care of herself. But as the days wove on, the mare could tell her friend was growing increasingly worried and desperately wanted to know what happened to her daughter.
Raxa did make several trips out to the field, and spoke to a couple groups there, but had little success in locating the golden mare. So, every time she returned to Sylva and Anahi wondered where she'd been, Raxa would make up some white lie to avoid letting Anahi know what she was really up to. She would keep going back though, if only to hear some slim rumor of Eiria's fate.
About a day before Raxa planned on going out again, Djinni had called upon the residents of the kingdom for this meeting. And now, giving the news about how she was stepping down from her throne, how dare she! It was enough that Anahi had lost all her children now, but to lose a leader? Raxa said she didn't blame Djinni entirely, but sometimes knowing the truth only hurts. Raxa just made a promise to herself that she'd continue to protect her friend and keep on the lookout for any of her foals.
A promise that would go unfulfilled.
Raxa did not move immediately toward the Forest to follow her former leader. Anahi seemed unsure of what to do as well; clearly, she had a similar internal conflict going on. The two friends just looked at each other for some time, as if deciding what to do. Should they stay here, and chance whatever came at the kingdom next in the hopes that Eiria returned? Or should they go to Nerine and just abandon the only place they'd come to know?
Before Raxa could make a decision for herself, she heard a noise that pierced her eardrums, making the blood running in her veins go ice cold. She'd heard that sound enough times when passing by the Taiga's border to know full well what it was.
Wolves.
At least, it sounded like one, but Raxa didn't really know what a whistle was either. After all, horses couldn't do it. And then she heard an actual howl, one that sounded bloodthirsty and with the intent to do harm to any that stood in its way. Two more echoed up soon after, from somewhere else in the forest. In other words, there were a lot of howls, and this made the gold mare and the paint quite uneasy.
Raxa glanced to her friend, seeing the normally calm and stoic Anahi starting to freeze. Knowing that if she didn't do anything soon, the gold mare would freeze up and getting her to run would be near impossible. Raxa shoved her friend, hard, using her bulkier weight to get Anahi moving. It shook the gold mare from her stupor and they took off running into the forest, away from the sounds of the howls. They didn't see Djinni in this area of the wood, but Raxa didn't care. She only had two things on her mind.
To get Anahi out of here, and to go see what was happening back in Sylva, what idiot thought he had the right to take over.
Raxa called to Anahi as she galloped on, "Keep going! Get to the edge of the forest! I'll catch up!" she lied before turning on a dime and racing back toward the gathering meadow where Djinni had last spoken to Sylva's residents.
By the time she got back, she could see a number of horses converged. There was a tall white stallion (who would later be seen as cremello if Raxa got close enough), a blue roan, a buckskin, an emerald green mare who Raxa thought appeared familiar, a flame red mare, and a jet black stallion.
But one thing that concerned Raxa above all, brought on by the time she'd spent raising Zhenga, was that there was also a young paint colored colt, being circled by the black stallion. He almost seemed to be toying with the younger creature, and this, Raxa would not stand for. She'd dealt with mad creatures like this, and she wouldn't let another suffer at their hooves. It had been bad enough for her, and being younger, it was somewhat easier to drive her mad. She wouldn't let it happen to the colt.
Not caring for her own safety in that moment, Raxa took off from the safety of the forest and galloped down among the gathered horses. She let out an enraged whinny and slid to a stop in between the colt and the black stallion, throwing her weight back on her hind legs and rearing up to lash out with her front hooves to gain some space in between them.
When she came back down, she eyed the stallion with her electric blue gaze, eyes narrowed in pure rage. Her ears were flat against her skull, muscles taut and thick with tension as she stood protectively in front of the colt. She could see the pride in his stance against the bigger stallion as she approached. But she didn't care about that; pride would do him no good if he got himself killed.
"The colt speaks better than I can, but I don't need words to emphasize my point," she spat out, venom dripping from her words, "Djinni gave us the right to choose who our leader is today, and I will not allow our home to fall under the hooves of a scum of hell just like you. I know what happened in the Taiga, and I know it also happened right after you got there. Sylva will not suffer the same fate, not to your blackened heart." She turned to eye the cremello stallion as the said this, daring him to challenge her words with either his own, teeth, or hooves. He may be a stallion, but Raxa could fight. And if it came to it, she'd hold him off so the colt could escape, find some horses willing to help him, and come to defend Sylva.
Or, in worst case, take it back if this creature took it away.
Despite the same urge her daughter had to go explore, Raxa remained in Sylva, wishing to be there to support her only friend. Anahi, the champagne mare she'd known since back in the Falls kingdom, was growing worried because her daughter Eiria had not returned from a recent expedition to the Field. Raxa had offered to go and look, but Anahi insisted that Eiria could take care of herself. But as the days wove on, the mare could tell her friend was growing increasingly worried and desperately wanted to know what happened to her daughter.
Raxa did make several trips out to the field, and spoke to a couple groups there, but had little success in locating the golden mare. So, every time she returned to Sylva and Anahi wondered where she'd been, Raxa would make up some white lie to avoid letting Anahi know what she was really up to. She would keep going back though, if only to hear some slim rumor of Eiria's fate.
About a day before Raxa planned on going out again, Djinni had called upon the residents of the kingdom for this meeting. And now, giving the news about how she was stepping down from her throne, how dare she! It was enough that Anahi had lost all her children now, but to lose a leader? Raxa said she didn't blame Djinni entirely, but sometimes knowing the truth only hurts. Raxa just made a promise to herself that she'd continue to protect her friend and keep on the lookout for any of her foals.
A promise that would go unfulfilled.
Raxa did not move immediately toward the Forest to follow her former leader. Anahi seemed unsure of what to do as well; clearly, she had a similar internal conflict going on. The two friends just looked at each other for some time, as if deciding what to do. Should they stay here, and chance whatever came at the kingdom next in the hopes that Eiria returned? Or should they go to Nerine and just abandon the only place they'd come to know?
Before Raxa could make a decision for herself, she heard a noise that pierced her eardrums, making the blood running in her veins go ice cold. She'd heard that sound enough times when passing by the Taiga's border to know full well what it was.
Wolves.
At least, it sounded like one, but Raxa didn't really know what a whistle was either. After all, horses couldn't do it. And then she heard an actual howl, one that sounded bloodthirsty and with the intent to do harm to any that stood in its way. Two more echoed up soon after, from somewhere else in the forest. In other words, there were a lot of howls, and this made the gold mare and the paint quite uneasy.
Raxa glanced to her friend, seeing the normally calm and stoic Anahi starting to freeze. Knowing that if she didn't do anything soon, the gold mare would freeze up and getting her to run would be near impossible. Raxa shoved her friend, hard, using her bulkier weight to get Anahi moving. It shook the gold mare from her stupor and they took off running into the forest, away from the sounds of the howls. They didn't see Djinni in this area of the wood, but Raxa didn't care. She only had two things on her mind.
To get Anahi out of here, and to go see what was happening back in Sylva, what idiot thought he had the right to take over.
Raxa called to Anahi as she galloped on, "Keep going! Get to the edge of the forest! I'll catch up!" she lied before turning on a dime and racing back toward the gathering meadow where Djinni had last spoken to Sylva's residents.
By the time she got back, she could see a number of horses converged. There was a tall white stallion (who would later be seen as cremello if Raxa got close enough), a blue roan, a buckskin, an emerald green mare who Raxa thought appeared familiar, a flame red mare, and a jet black stallion.
But one thing that concerned Raxa above all, brought on by the time she'd spent raising Zhenga, was that there was also a young paint colored colt, being circled by the black stallion. He almost seemed to be toying with the younger creature, and this, Raxa would not stand for. She'd dealt with mad creatures like this, and she wouldn't let another suffer at their hooves. It had been bad enough for her, and being younger, it was somewhat easier to drive her mad. She wouldn't let it happen to the colt.
Not caring for her own safety in that moment, Raxa took off from the safety of the forest and galloped down among the gathered horses. She let out an enraged whinny and slid to a stop in between the colt and the black stallion, throwing her weight back on her hind legs and rearing up to lash out with her front hooves to gain some space in between them.
When she came back down, she eyed the stallion with her electric blue gaze, eyes narrowed in pure rage. Her ears were flat against her skull, muscles taut and thick with tension as she stood protectively in front of the colt. She could see the pride in his stance against the bigger stallion as she approached. But she didn't care about that; pride would do him no good if he got himself killed.
"The colt speaks better than I can, but I don't need words to emphasize my point," she spat out, venom dripping from her words, "Djinni gave us the right to choose who our leader is today, and I will not allow our home to fall under the hooves of a scum of hell just like you. I know what happened in the Taiga, and I know it also happened right after you got there. Sylva will not suffer the same fate, not to your blackened heart." She turned to eye the cremello stallion as the said this, daring him to challenge her words with either his own, teeth, or hooves. He may be a stallion, but Raxa could fight. And if it came to it, she'd hold him off so the colt could escape, find some horses willing to help him, and come to defend Sylva.
Or, in worst case, take it back if this creature took it away.