05-02-2016, 12:20 PM
Raxa never viewed herself as the type that would ever take on the job of raising a foal. Most mares would leap at the chance, as well as females of other species. It was viewed as a horrible fate to be infertile, as it meant that you could not have a family of your own. Not that Raxa would have minded, given she had never spent a lot of time around foals to begin with. Could one blame her? She'd been on her own her whole life.
However, there was one thing Raxa would never pass up: checking to make sure others were okay. Sure, she was moody, temperamental, cautious around others, and had a very quick rush to anger, but when it came to the safety of others, she was all for it. Especially for foals, because she knew what it was like to have to live on your own. She didn't want any foal to have to suffer that way.
So that day, when she was running through the Fields after taking a break from her training as a warrior in her kingdom, the mare skidded to a halt when she noticed a shape lying all by itself among the grass. It was a bit hard to see, given it was in the evening, but Raxa, like most animals, did have keen eyesight, even if she couldn't see directly in front of her own nose.
The brindled roan carefully made her way over, just in case this was some sort of trap. When she saw that it was merely a small filly all alone, the mare's gaze softened. She balked a little at seeing that this filly had a set of wings on her back, but then again, Raxa lived in a kingdom that was ruled by a stallion that could change the color of his fur so that he looked like a leopard. Wings weren't that big of a surprise at this point.
Lowering her head, Raxa gently nudged the little filly, being careful to not use a lot of force. She spoke in a soft voice, one that surprised her given she'd hardly ever spoken that way to anyone, much less used a gentle voice, "What are you doing out here by yourself? Without shelter too."
However, there was one thing Raxa would never pass up: checking to make sure others were okay. Sure, she was moody, temperamental, cautious around others, and had a very quick rush to anger, but when it came to the safety of others, she was all for it. Especially for foals, because she knew what it was like to have to live on your own. She didn't want any foal to have to suffer that way.
So that day, when she was running through the Fields after taking a break from her training as a warrior in her kingdom, the mare skidded to a halt when she noticed a shape lying all by itself among the grass. It was a bit hard to see, given it was in the evening, but Raxa, like most animals, did have keen eyesight, even if she couldn't see directly in front of her own nose.
The brindled roan carefully made her way over, just in case this was some sort of trap. When she saw that it was merely a small filly all alone, the mare's gaze softened. She balked a little at seeing that this filly had a set of wings on her back, but then again, Raxa lived in a kingdom that was ruled by a stallion that could change the color of his fur so that he looked like a leopard. Wings weren't that big of a surprise at this point.
Lowering her head, Raxa gently nudged the little filly, being careful to not use a lot of force. She spoke in a soft voice, one that surprised her given she'd hardly ever spoken that way to anyone, much less used a gentle voice, "What are you doing out here by yourself? Without shelter too."