07-03-2016, 07:16 PM
A thundering sound shook the ground of the Chamber as the two horses raced on. Nitika whinnied happily, her white coat glistening like ivory as she raced on. A wind rushed through her mane and tail as she covered the ground in large strides despite her smaller body figure; well, small in comparison to the father of her filly, and even her rapidly growing daughter.
At only a year, Siba was quickly catching up with her in height. The filly's coat was beautiful, her paint points lightening so that they nearly matched her father's in color. Her multi-colored mane and tail were long and thick, a trait she'd inherited from her dam. In all, she'd inherited a lot of traits from both of her parents, and had grown into a beautiful yearling.
Living in the Chamber took a little getting used to at first, but Nitika had quickly grown used to it. She didn't know if she would stay once Siba was a little older and could traverse between the kingdoms freely, but if she did choose so, it was a nice place to call home. She had been living in the Falls for a while though... she owed them her loyalty...
The sound of hooves next to her snapped her back to reality. The mare looked over, seeing Siba was catching up fast to her dam. Nitika put on another burst of speed, playfully whinnying at her daughter as she raced on, determined to beat Siba in the small race to the creek they were having. They sometimes engaged in mock races like this to work on their speed and endurance, valuable traits for a wild horse to have.
When Siba had been a weanling, Nitika had often let her daughter win. Not to give her an ego, but to show her daughter it did take a lot of heart to win, as well as strategy and strength. If this was a situation where a predator was chasing her, she needed to adjust her running plan, use the land to her advantage. However, today, it was all about fun.
"Come on slowpoke, you can do it!" the paint mare shouted to her daughter as she spurred herself on.
@[Nymphetamine]
At only a year, Siba was quickly catching up with her in height. The filly's coat was beautiful, her paint points lightening so that they nearly matched her father's in color. Her multi-colored mane and tail were long and thick, a trait she'd inherited from her dam. In all, she'd inherited a lot of traits from both of her parents, and had grown into a beautiful yearling.
Living in the Chamber took a little getting used to at first, but Nitika had quickly grown used to it. She didn't know if she would stay once Siba was a little older and could traverse between the kingdoms freely, but if she did choose so, it was a nice place to call home. She had been living in the Falls for a while though... she owed them her loyalty...
The sound of hooves next to her snapped her back to reality. The mare looked over, seeing Siba was catching up fast to her dam. Nitika put on another burst of speed, playfully whinnying at her daughter as she raced on, determined to beat Siba in the small race to the creek they were having. They sometimes engaged in mock races like this to work on their speed and endurance, valuable traits for a wild horse to have.
When Siba had been a weanling, Nitika had often let her daughter win. Not to give her an ego, but to show her daughter it did take a lot of heart to win, as well as strategy and strength. If this was a situation where a predator was chasing her, she needed to adjust her running plan, use the land to her advantage. However, today, it was all about fun.
"Come on slowpoke, you can do it!" the paint mare shouted to her daughter as she spurred herself on.
@[Nymphetamine]