08-12-2016, 10:52 PM
Ah, the rain. There was something about it that made Raxa feel so different from how she normally projected herself. The rain gave her solitude. Most horses might try to avoid the rain by hiding under the thick canopies of the trees within their kingdoms, but Raxa was no such horse. She liked the rain, enjoyed it even. It gave her time alone, for she could go out wandering, letting the rain wash over her coat. Let it wash over her oddly-patterned fur, clear away the pain that had left countless open, bleeding wounds on her heart.
Not that anyone knew of such wounds, and Raxa had no plans for that to happen. No horse needed to concern themselves with her wellbeing; she could take care of herself. She'd been doing it for years. It was why she was still a little peeved with Jedi when he'd followed after her to investigate why she had a wound on her hindquarters after she'd been attacked by a big cat.
The mare lifted her head, turning her eyes skyward. Her normally blue eyes almost seemed to darken in color, to a near gray, matching the rain-clouded sky above her. Closing her eyes a moment as the rain trickled down her muzzle and neck, Raxa sighed, quite content with how things were going at this moment in time.
Raxa put her head back down, intent on reaching for a mouthful of grass, but in doing so, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Something... red? No, she knew of no red creatures, and it was normally horses that hung in this area. Any predators normally possessed tan coats, like the cougars around here, or darker, like the mountain lions that sometimes crept down for a fresh meal. Wolves were around, but they normally left the horses alone, instead going for other ungulates that existed here.
So, that left horse. And in this case, the horse was probably a chestnut, for Raxa didn't sense anything odd when she glimpsed the horse from her peripheral. Turning to look, her blue eyes picked out the chestnut mare hiding beneath the trees, probably for shelter from the rain.
Deciding to see what this was about, and surprising herself in that she actually cared what the mare was doing there, Raxa made her way over to the horse. Once she reached the cover of the trees, the brindled mare gave her neck and head a shake to get her mane and forelock out of her eyes.
Once she'd done that, Raxa's electric blue eyes focused on the mare, "I've always preferred the rain. Then again, I know some horses don't. Not exactly the best hiding place either," she noted, feeling a drop of rain fall onto her ear.
"Why are you hiding out here? No home yet?" Raxa could be blunt, straight forward, and a bit brash, but that was just her natural attitude. She'd never made an effort to be overly nice, but civil, at least, which is why she wasn't yelling at this mare and speaking nicely to her instead.
Not that anyone knew of such wounds, and Raxa had no plans for that to happen. No horse needed to concern themselves with her wellbeing; she could take care of herself. She'd been doing it for years. It was why she was still a little peeved with Jedi when he'd followed after her to investigate why she had a wound on her hindquarters after she'd been attacked by a big cat.
The mare lifted her head, turning her eyes skyward. Her normally blue eyes almost seemed to darken in color, to a near gray, matching the rain-clouded sky above her. Closing her eyes a moment as the rain trickled down her muzzle and neck, Raxa sighed, quite content with how things were going at this moment in time.
Raxa put her head back down, intent on reaching for a mouthful of grass, but in doing so, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Something... red? No, she knew of no red creatures, and it was normally horses that hung in this area. Any predators normally possessed tan coats, like the cougars around here, or darker, like the mountain lions that sometimes crept down for a fresh meal. Wolves were around, but they normally left the horses alone, instead going for other ungulates that existed here.
So, that left horse. And in this case, the horse was probably a chestnut, for Raxa didn't sense anything odd when she glimpsed the horse from her peripheral. Turning to look, her blue eyes picked out the chestnut mare hiding beneath the trees, probably for shelter from the rain.
Deciding to see what this was about, and surprising herself in that she actually cared what the mare was doing there, Raxa made her way over to the horse. Once she reached the cover of the trees, the brindled mare gave her neck and head a shake to get her mane and forelock out of her eyes.
Once she'd done that, Raxa's electric blue eyes focused on the mare, "I've always preferred the rain. Then again, I know some horses don't. Not exactly the best hiding place either," she noted, feeling a drop of rain fall onto her ear.
"Why are you hiding out here? No home yet?" Raxa could be blunt, straight forward, and a bit brash, but that was just her natural attitude. She'd never made an effort to be overly nice, but civil, at least, which is why she wasn't yelling at this mare and speaking nicely to her instead.