06-19-2016, 01:36 AM
Seriously?! Did that stallion just not believe in sleep?! Sreva had been peacefully resting under an outcropping of rocks that lined the cliffs around the lake, a place she'd come to like since Chemdog moved the herd here. The place she'd found provided shelter, something she was always thankful for, no matter what. The mare had gone to sleep early that night; she'd had a tiring day. She had just managed to fall asleep, her brain deciding to rest - finally - when Chemdog had called for his mares.
Was it ever only at a convenience for him? Sreva didn't understand it, and didn't want to. Ever since the stallion had brought her to his territory, he'd somewhat ignored her. There was that time in the beginning when he'd spent time with her, but ever since then, he'd always been off, either accepting challenges, recruiting new mares, antagonizing stallions he didn't like, or spending time with the other mares.
Did he suddenly not like Sreva anymore? Had she become a nuisance? Wait, why was she thinking that? She hadn't done anything wrong; what reason did he have for not liking her anymore? Whatever, it wasn't her problem. She had a home, a place to escape from predators, and a stallion that paid only enough attention to know she lived in his territory. Whatever he was calling the mares for could wait. Sreva wanted to rest, recover, and get this injury healed.
She looked down at her belly; it wasn't anything severe. She'd just wandered too far out of the territory and had a run-in with a feline predator. The wound would heal, but no doubt it would leave a scar. The blood had already stopped dripping, which was good. Besides not really caring what Chemdog was calling them for, Sreva just didn't want to move right now anyways, worrying for what would happen to the wound if she did.
She'd deal with the stallion and his problem/issue/whatever it was later. Right now, she wanted to rest, so that's what she would do. Lowering her head, the mare closed her eyes to drift off to sleep again, ignoring the slight pain that went through her belly every time she took a breath.
Was it ever only at a convenience for him? Sreva didn't understand it, and didn't want to. Ever since the stallion had brought her to his territory, he'd somewhat ignored her. There was that time in the beginning when he'd spent time with her, but ever since then, he'd always been off, either accepting challenges, recruiting new mares, antagonizing stallions he didn't like, or spending time with the other mares.
Did he suddenly not like Sreva anymore? Had she become a nuisance? Wait, why was she thinking that? She hadn't done anything wrong; what reason did he have for not liking her anymore? Whatever, it wasn't her problem. She had a home, a place to escape from predators, and a stallion that paid only enough attention to know she lived in his territory. Whatever he was calling the mares for could wait. Sreva wanted to rest, recover, and get this injury healed.
She looked down at her belly; it wasn't anything severe. She'd just wandered too far out of the territory and had a run-in with a feline predator. The wound would heal, but no doubt it would leave a scar. The blood had already stopped dripping, which was good. Besides not really caring what Chemdog was calling them for, Sreva just didn't want to move right now anyways, worrying for what would happen to the wound if she did.
She'd deal with the stallion and his problem/issue/whatever it was later. Right now, she wanted to rest, so that's what she would do. Lowering her head, the mare closed her eyes to drift off to sleep again, ignoring the slight pain that went through her belly every time she took a breath.