01-26-2016, 11:21 PM
Anahi, like most horses, was neither fond of nor hated the winter season; instead, she just went along with it, knowing that it was a natural part of the Earth's cycle. Winter was a time of renewal, rebirth, a time when the planet slept and allowed its seeds to grow anew, spawning a whole generation ready to find its place in the world.
Anahi had been part of those generations herself for about five years now; she'd seen a few winters and other seasons come and go, but if the gold champagne mare had to pick a favorite, it would be autumn. She loved the beautiful colors of the leaves as they fell, dropping from the branches and onto the earth, leaving the tree available to grow its new covering the following spring.
Shaking her neck out as Anahi felt some snow drop from a nearby tree onto her coat, the horse snorted at seeing how her effort to rid herself of the frozen water had only succeeded in giving her a white speckled pattern, as the snow had moved from her neck onto her back. Stomping the ground with her front hoof, Anahi reared, her front legs lashing out in a display of pure power. The snow fell from her back, an act that pleased the mare.
Once she had gotten rid of the majority of snow, Anahi allowed her upper body to drop back to the earth, her front legs kicking up a small bit of snow as her hooves struck the ground. Nickering in content, the mare moved on through the trees, toward the waterfall and lake she'd come across a day or so before when exploring the area.
When she reached the lake, Anahi was pleased to find that it hadn't completely frozen over yet. The ice was still thin enough that water was laying on the surface, water that the horses who lived here could use to drink. The champagne mare walked toward the edge of the lake, snorting in displeasure as she sniffed at the ice and water. Puffs of frost formed around her muzzle with each breath, but that was to be expected; it was rather freezing outside after all.
Despite the water's cold temperature, Anahi knew that she still needed to stay hydrated. She'd once once gone through a winter with little water, and suffered terrible stomach pains until arriving at a water source she could use. Anahi learned to never make that mistake again.
Once she'd had her fill of water, the mare lifted her head, letting out a proud neigh as drops of water fell from her chin to meld in with the snow. Anahi decided she'd head back out toward the main meadow to see if she could find any food under the snow. She knew that there were some other mares flecking the area, but if she kept her distance, perhaps they wouldn't bother her.
Maybe one day Anahi would allow herself to befriend the horses that lived here, but for now, she was content exploring the area, wanting to know what new kind of territory she had settled down in for her new home.
Anahi had been part of those generations herself for about five years now; she'd seen a few winters and other seasons come and go, but if the gold champagne mare had to pick a favorite, it would be autumn. She loved the beautiful colors of the leaves as they fell, dropping from the branches and onto the earth, leaving the tree available to grow its new covering the following spring.
Shaking her neck out as Anahi felt some snow drop from a nearby tree onto her coat, the horse snorted at seeing how her effort to rid herself of the frozen water had only succeeded in giving her a white speckled pattern, as the snow had moved from her neck onto her back. Stomping the ground with her front hoof, Anahi reared, her front legs lashing out in a display of pure power. The snow fell from her back, an act that pleased the mare.
Once she had gotten rid of the majority of snow, Anahi allowed her upper body to drop back to the earth, her front legs kicking up a small bit of snow as her hooves struck the ground. Nickering in content, the mare moved on through the trees, toward the waterfall and lake she'd come across a day or so before when exploring the area.
When she reached the lake, Anahi was pleased to find that it hadn't completely frozen over yet. The ice was still thin enough that water was laying on the surface, water that the horses who lived here could use to drink. The champagne mare walked toward the edge of the lake, snorting in displeasure as she sniffed at the ice and water. Puffs of frost formed around her muzzle with each breath, but that was to be expected; it was rather freezing outside after all.
Despite the water's cold temperature, Anahi knew that she still needed to stay hydrated. She'd once once gone through a winter with little water, and suffered terrible stomach pains until arriving at a water source she could use. Anahi learned to never make that mistake again.
Once she'd had her fill of water, the mare lifted her head, letting out a proud neigh as drops of water fell from her chin to meld in with the snow. Anahi decided she'd head back out toward the main meadow to see if she could find any food under the snow. She knew that there were some other mares flecking the area, but if she kept her distance, perhaps they wouldn't bother her.
Maybe one day Anahi would allow herself to befriend the horses that lived here, but for now, she was content exploring the area, wanting to know what new kind of territory she had settled down in for her new home.