Odezsa
Odezsa was drifting aimlessly through the field again. Her ears were pricked forward, but her attention fell not with her steps or where she was going. No, her thoughts were with the weather. Spring had emerged and she had officially passed through an entire winter in this new place with no real connections to be made. Lagertha, the stunning mare she'd met upon arrival, had offered her a home among ladies. It seemed nice enough, and the silver vixen had never had her own lady friends. Archam had interrupted, promising her a herd life. This intimidated her, being a man's property. As absent as she was in her child's upbringing, Odezsa's mother made it clear that men left a sour taste in her mouth. Whether she believed her mother or not, Odezsa had yet to decide. Of course, it wasn't like she tried very hard to get out there.
She was sort of trotting now, an awkward half-and-half gait with no destination in mind. In fact, she had not realized her hoofbeats were going quicker as she was too lost in her own mind. Before she knew it, she was galloping. Her legs stretched out, eating away at the earth. She silently scolded herself because she had promised to be more aware of the little ants who were constantly beneath her feet. She was dainty, but still so much larger than them, and they had no way to protect themselves. In a way, she related to her little friends. But right now, maxing out at her top speed, it was hard to care about anything besides how incredible the wind whipping her mane felt.
And that's when she saw him. A dark figure nestled into the grasses, only strides away from her. If he hadn't seen her barreling in his direction, the ear-piercing shriek she let out gave away her presence. She planted her front feet down firmly, rolling back on her haunches as hard as she could, muscles rippling beneath her silver coat. She slid to a stop, but felt she was pushing it too close and awkwardly leapt to the left, tripping over her own feet and tumbling down herself. She laid still for a moment, a small giggle escaping her lips, then she glanced over at the man she has nearly trampled.. Well, her Akhal Teke frame may not have done quite the damage she imagined on his much larger one, but still. Odezsa gave him a quick one over, trying to avert her eyes because she had never seen anything quite like him, and was entirely unsure on if he'd find staring to be rude. Instead, she dipped her head low, eyes focused on her front hooves, still tangled beneath her.
"I'm so sorry about almost running into you."
She was sort of trotting now, an awkward half-and-half gait with no destination in mind. In fact, she had not realized her hoofbeats were going quicker as she was too lost in her own mind. Before she knew it, she was galloping. Her legs stretched out, eating away at the earth. She silently scolded herself because she had promised to be more aware of the little ants who were constantly beneath her feet. She was dainty, but still so much larger than them, and they had no way to protect themselves. In a way, she related to her little friends. But right now, maxing out at her top speed, it was hard to care about anything besides how incredible the wind whipping her mane felt.
And that's when she saw him. A dark figure nestled into the grasses, only strides away from her. If he hadn't seen her barreling in his direction, the ear-piercing shriek she let out gave away her presence. She planted her front feet down firmly, rolling back on her haunches as hard as she could, muscles rippling beneath her silver coat. She slid to a stop, but felt she was pushing it too close and awkwardly leapt to the left, tripping over her own feet and tumbling down herself. She laid still for a moment, a small giggle escaping her lips, then she glanced over at the man she has nearly trampled.. Well, her Akhal Teke frame may not have done quite the damage she imagined on his much larger one, but still. Odezsa gave him a quick one over, trying to avert her eyes because she had never seen anything quite like him, and was entirely unsure on if he'd find staring to be rude. Instead, she dipped her head low, eyes focused on her front hooves, still tangled beneath her.
"I'm so sorry about almost running into you."
The World
Is A Beautiful Place And I Am No Longer Afraid To Die
Is A Beautiful Place And I Am No Longer Afraid To Die