12-27-2015, 07:35 AM
Ever since the first time she had ventured off on her own she had come more familiar with her home. She had also soon learned that her mother would always find her, like the magician always knew where her daughter was. Even though her mother didn’t always seemed too fond of Haru trotting off, the little girl’s curiosity was hard to contain. The Jungle had so many interesting things to offer and it would be a shame to not go out and discover them. Her mother always seemed so busy with growing plants and such things anyways.
The bay girl had once again left her mother’s side. Now she was no longer afraid of being alone and with the knowledge that Sunday would always find her, she moved herself along on of the Jungle’s many paths. Butterflies and other jungle creatures invited her to keep moving, driving her to explore new parts of her ever changing home. It was then that his scent struck her. She comes to a halt, standing still as she lifts her dished head a little in the air, sniffing it softly. Haru was sure that this was the scent of another horse, but he smelled different than all those she knew. Muskier, or something like that, as she couldn’t yet point out what it exactly was that defined the difference between the scent of a male and a female.
Nonetheless her curiosity was sparked and it seemed like the Jungle wanted her to go in that direction. A new path was created, guiding her in another direction than she had first gone into. The scent vaguely reminded her of Vidar’s one, but it wasn’t exactly the same, just as it didn’t smell like any of her mother’s sisters, whom she had met.
It was the first time that Haru reached the end of their forest and she was hesitant to move out of the Jungle’s shelter. The Arabian influenced girl kept herself hidden in the bushes, yet her eyes curiously followed the form of the big, dark and winged male. As she does so her head tilts a little to the side and before she realises it she nickers to him softly, greeting him, but still hesitant to leave her cover.
The bay girl had once again left her mother’s side. Now she was no longer afraid of being alone and with the knowledge that Sunday would always find her, she moved herself along on of the Jungle’s many paths. Butterflies and other jungle creatures invited her to keep moving, driving her to explore new parts of her ever changing home. It was then that his scent struck her. She comes to a halt, standing still as she lifts her dished head a little in the air, sniffing it softly. Haru was sure that this was the scent of another horse, but he smelled different than all those she knew. Muskier, or something like that, as she couldn’t yet point out what it exactly was that defined the difference between the scent of a male and a female.
Nonetheless her curiosity was sparked and it seemed like the Jungle wanted her to go in that direction. A new path was created, guiding her in another direction than she had first gone into. The scent vaguely reminded her of Vidar’s one, but it wasn’t exactly the same, just as it didn’t smell like any of her mother’s sisters, whom she had met.
It was the first time that Haru reached the end of their forest and she was hesitant to move out of the Jungle’s shelter. The Arabian influenced girl kept herself hidden in the bushes, yet her eyes curiously followed the form of the big, dark and winged male. As she does so her head tilts a little to the side and before she realises it she nickers to him softly, greeting him, but still hesitant to leave her cover.
HARU
my mother is the heart that keeps me alive