08-30-2017, 09:19 PM
Tales were often spread among the grazing horses of the Field. Tales of those who practically disappeared like ghosts in the woven mist that sprang up from the waterfall in the early morning hours, blanketing the land as if it were already the time of winter. Said season was not incredibly far off; the leaves in the trees were already starting to turn shades of red, orange, yellow, and every color in between the three, effectively making them look like an oddly painted landscape.
This morning was quiet, much like every one that passed here. On rare occasions, cries of mares and stallions cut through the silence that hung over the Field like a cloud, but a majority of the time, it was peaceful and full of serenity. The mist covered a large portion of the land, mostly near the waterfall and the big lake plastered in the middle. There were not a large number of horses that could effectively blent in due to their coat colors, which happened to include a certain bay roan filly who was out to start trouble that morning.
Since her departure from Ischia several moons ago, bored with how peaceful life seemed there, Zhenga returned to the Field and had been there ever since. The filly's adventurous spirit often drew her back if she didn't feel at home in the newest kingdom she explored, along with the adrenaline rush she got when trying to hide from stallions out looking for new mares. Zhenga had been lucky enough to avoid a majority of them, using the trees and morning mist to mask an early escape before they could catch sight of her. Still, sometimes, she lagged behind on purpose, letting the stallions get a glimpse and then watching from the trees as they fruitlessly searched for the bay roan filly.
Just earlier this morning, Zhenga had used the mist to her advantage and frightened a small family of foxes that had come to the large lake for a drink. She honestly didn't mean to frighten the kits as bad as she did, but their sire had gotten his own revenge. She had a small cut on her pastern, small enough that it would heal quickly enough and not leave a trace once it was well again.
That was pretty much the only exciting thing to happen this morning so far. Zhenga busied herself, or tried to, with running through the trees, practicing using the mist to hide (until the sun rose higher and it dried up), and taking a swim in the lake to cool herself down even though the temperature was nowhere near the level it had been in the summer.
Well, no matter. The filly was bored and basically trying to accomplish anything that could take her mind off of the fact of how bored she was. There hadn't been any interesting stallions in the Field yet, not she could tantalize with a chase. So what was she to do now? She wasn't thirsty, she'd done her morning run, and none of the other mares or stallions who weren't interested in forming a herd didn't want anything to do with her.
Was boredom really that hard to solve? Zhenga let out a frustrated sigh, cursing her unfortunate luck at the fact that she had to deal with this minor problem right now. Deciding to scratch a troublesome itch on her back, the filly tucked in her black-point legs and laid on the thick grassy ground, shifting her weight a couple of times to roll over on her back and scratch the itch before laying on her side for a few seconds and then repeating the process again.
She didn't care if any stallion or mare appeared right now; she'd hear them in plenty of time. Of course, it pays to not be cocky just as much as it pays to be careful, something the filly would hopefully grow to understand one day as her dam often prayed for.
OOC: Zhenga is free to be claimed, either forcefully, or by a friendly horse from a kingdom. I ask for no Sylva only because that's where she originally came from and I want her to explore a new part of Beqanna.
This morning was quiet, much like every one that passed here. On rare occasions, cries of mares and stallions cut through the silence that hung over the Field like a cloud, but a majority of the time, it was peaceful and full of serenity. The mist covered a large portion of the land, mostly near the waterfall and the big lake plastered in the middle. There were not a large number of horses that could effectively blent in due to their coat colors, which happened to include a certain bay roan filly who was out to start trouble that morning.
Since her departure from Ischia several moons ago, bored with how peaceful life seemed there, Zhenga returned to the Field and had been there ever since. The filly's adventurous spirit often drew her back if she didn't feel at home in the newest kingdom she explored, along with the adrenaline rush she got when trying to hide from stallions out looking for new mares. Zhenga had been lucky enough to avoid a majority of them, using the trees and morning mist to mask an early escape before they could catch sight of her. Still, sometimes, she lagged behind on purpose, letting the stallions get a glimpse and then watching from the trees as they fruitlessly searched for the bay roan filly.
Just earlier this morning, Zhenga had used the mist to her advantage and frightened a small family of foxes that had come to the large lake for a drink. She honestly didn't mean to frighten the kits as bad as she did, but their sire had gotten his own revenge. She had a small cut on her pastern, small enough that it would heal quickly enough and not leave a trace once it was well again.
That was pretty much the only exciting thing to happen this morning so far. Zhenga busied herself, or tried to, with running through the trees, practicing using the mist to hide (until the sun rose higher and it dried up), and taking a swim in the lake to cool herself down even though the temperature was nowhere near the level it had been in the summer.
Well, no matter. The filly was bored and basically trying to accomplish anything that could take her mind off of the fact of how bored she was. There hadn't been any interesting stallions in the Field yet, not she could tantalize with a chase. So what was she to do now? She wasn't thirsty, she'd done her morning run, and none of the other mares or stallions who weren't interested in forming a herd didn't want anything to do with her.
Was boredom really that hard to solve? Zhenga let out a frustrated sigh, cursing her unfortunate luck at the fact that she had to deal with this minor problem right now. Deciding to scratch a troublesome itch on her back, the filly tucked in her black-point legs and laid on the thick grassy ground, shifting her weight a couple of times to roll over on her back and scratch the itch before laying on her side for a few seconds and then repeating the process again.
She didn't care if any stallion or mare appeared right now; she'd hear them in plenty of time. Of course, it pays to not be cocky just as much as it pays to be careful, something the filly would hopefully grow to understand one day as her dam often prayed for.
OOC: Zhenga is free to be claimed, either forcefully, or by a friendly horse from a kingdom. I ask for no Sylva only because that's where she originally came from and I want her to explore a new part of Beqanna.