01-26-2016, 01:16 PM
A gentle sound that she couldn't quite place drifted through the wind toward Raxa's ears, and the mare's head shot up from grazing, her eyes large and focused in the direction she'd heard the noise. Her nostrils flared and her muscles tensed, her tail swishing back and forth, expressing not only her caution regarding the approaching dangerous situation, but also her irritation; she clearly wasn't in the mood for this right now. She'd wanted to enjoy a peaceful graze after her earlier run, but clearly there was other plans being put to work.
The mare's blue eyes caught sight of a horse heading her way, one roughly her height. Her coat shone like amber, her flaxen mane and tail the color of wheat. A small glint bounced off of one of her hooves toward Raxa's eyes, and the mare realized that the approaching stranger must have had something around her pastern, some sort of accessory.
As she drew closer, now that she knew what she was facing, Raxa's ears went back, her eyes narrowing a bit to hide the sclera she had previously exposed when analyzing the mare upon first hearing her approach. It was obvious that Raxa was wary of this mare, not caring what her behavior or attitude would be like for a first impression.
This mare was the first one that Raxa had even seen since arriving to this land after departing her home herd. Since leaving, Raxa had always been on the move, never settling with a herd even after stallions had tried to get her to stay. She'd always fought her way out, not wanting to stick around for the purpose of becoming just another breeder. Besides, she's been too young anyway, and until the time came when she would raise a foal of her own, she wanted to be out, exploring, seeing what the world had to offer her inquisitive mind.
Raxa shook her neck out and snorted a bit, warning the mare not to come closer than she already was. The brindled roan listened as the chestnut introduced herself, taking note of the strange golden objects she wore on her pasterns and ear.
'Those must have been making the noise I heard earlier'... Raxa mentally stated, her blue eyes lingering on the golden objects for a moment before gazing back up at the mare's dished face.
"I wasn't really trying anyways. I'll get him next time." For a moment, Raxa even wondered why she was entertaining the mare's curiosity by even telling her such a matter, but didn't dwell on it. "I go by the name Raxa."
The mare's blue eyes caught sight of a horse heading her way, one roughly her height. Her coat shone like amber, her flaxen mane and tail the color of wheat. A small glint bounced off of one of her hooves toward Raxa's eyes, and the mare realized that the approaching stranger must have had something around her pastern, some sort of accessory.
As she drew closer, now that she knew what she was facing, Raxa's ears went back, her eyes narrowing a bit to hide the sclera she had previously exposed when analyzing the mare upon first hearing her approach. It was obvious that Raxa was wary of this mare, not caring what her behavior or attitude would be like for a first impression.
This mare was the first one that Raxa had even seen since arriving to this land after departing her home herd. Since leaving, Raxa had always been on the move, never settling with a herd even after stallions had tried to get her to stay. She'd always fought her way out, not wanting to stick around for the purpose of becoming just another breeder. Besides, she's been too young anyway, and until the time came when she would raise a foal of her own, she wanted to be out, exploring, seeing what the world had to offer her inquisitive mind.
Raxa shook her neck out and snorted a bit, warning the mare not to come closer than she already was. The brindled roan listened as the chestnut introduced herself, taking note of the strange golden objects she wore on her pasterns and ear.
'Those must have been making the noise I heard earlier'... Raxa mentally stated, her blue eyes lingering on the golden objects for a moment before gazing back up at the mare's dished face.
"I wasn't really trying anyways. I'll get him next time." For a moment, Raxa even wondered why she was entertaining the mare's curiosity by even telling her such a matter, but didn't dwell on it. "I go by the name Raxa."