Dawn had come and gone. The bright rays of morning sunshine blared blindingly through the canopy of the trees as a soft breeze pulled playfully at the vibrant green leaves. They whispered softly to each other, their rustling teasing the small curved ears of the mare who stood just inside the tree line, her deep amber eyes flicking slowly along the field that sprawled outward, just beyond the trunks she sheltered behind. This was a new place for our dear Maus; and while the thrill of something unknown caused her heart to beat a little faster, the fear of exactly the same thing caused her battered hooves to stay rooted in place like the trees towering around her. She was no naive filly. At seven years of age, Maus had seen many things. She knew how the game was played. From her vantage point she could see many horses dotting the field. Some stood in groups, others wandering on their own. The majority of them were mares, though the thick musky scent of testosterone clung to the summer air. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out this was a claiming ground; a place homeless mares gathered at while waiting to be swept away to someones band. Maus snorted at the thought.
Having wandered from place to place almost all her life, the silvery grey minx was no stranger to this game of chess. It's the reason she stood hidden in woods that boardered the field. It the reason her nostrils flared, breathing in all the scents that swarmed and mingled around her. It's the reason her black rimmed ears flicked consistently to pick up the nearby sounds. She wasn't afraid of being claimed, in fact, it's what she came here for. Being a loner had its perks, but after all, Maus was a horse and the need for a herd pulled at her heart strings. It was purely instinctual; and as the thought crossed her mind, Maus stepped forward, leaving the safety of the trees and entering the large field.
Maus kept a steady pace, her head bobbing slightly as her zebra striped legs carried her further away from the security of the forest. She wasn't scared, but she wasn't letting her guard down either. Maus may be small, but she is mighty. Barely standing 15.2hh, the tall grass tickled her belly. The sun, growing hotter as it climbed the brilliant blue sky, warmed her back and it was at that moment that she realized how thirsty she was. Luckily for Maus, there was water nearby, she could hear it crashing roughly off to her right. Pausing in her stride, the grey mare turns her head in the direction of the sound, her ears pricking forward. Amber eyes peer out from behind the veil of her thick black forelock. There, just below the small knoll she stood atop was a lake, a waterfall spilling into. Explains the noise she thinks to herself as she turns to head towards the body of water.
Making her way towards the lake, Maus soon discovers that the tall grass fades away too reveal a rocky shore. Her chipped and battered hooves clatter softly against the rounded pebbles as she nears the blue water, the suns rays shimmering against its rippling surface. Maus doesn't stop until her lightly feathered fetlocks are submerged in the cool liquid, her black pointed muzzle dips downward, breaching the lakes surface. Sucking up the refreshing water, the silvery grey mare allows her deep amber eyes to scan the area around, observing the horses nearest her.
Having wandered from place to place almost all her life, the silvery grey minx was no stranger to this game of chess. It's the reason she stood hidden in woods that boardered the field. It the reason her nostrils flared, breathing in all the scents that swarmed and mingled around her. It's the reason her black rimmed ears flicked consistently to pick up the nearby sounds. She wasn't afraid of being claimed, in fact, it's what she came here for. Being a loner had its perks, but after all, Maus was a horse and the need for a herd pulled at her heart strings. It was purely instinctual; and as the thought crossed her mind, Maus stepped forward, leaving the safety of the trees and entering the large field.
Maus kept a steady pace, her head bobbing slightly as her zebra striped legs carried her further away from the security of the forest. She wasn't scared, but she wasn't letting her guard down either. Maus may be small, but she is mighty. Barely standing 15.2hh, the tall grass tickled her belly. The sun, growing hotter as it climbed the brilliant blue sky, warmed her back and it was at that moment that she realized how thirsty she was. Luckily for Maus, there was water nearby, she could hear it crashing roughly off to her right. Pausing in her stride, the grey mare turns her head in the direction of the sound, her ears pricking forward. Amber eyes peer out from behind the veil of her thick black forelock. There, just below the small knoll she stood atop was a lake, a waterfall spilling into. Explains the noise she thinks to herself as she turns to head towards the body of water.
Making her way towards the lake, Maus soon discovers that the tall grass fades away too reveal a rocky shore. Her chipped and battered hooves clatter softly against the rounded pebbles as she nears the blue water, the suns rays shimmering against its rippling surface. Maus doesn't stop until her lightly feathered fetlocks are submerged in the cool liquid, her black pointed muzzle dips downward, breaching the lakes surface. Sucking up the refreshing water, the silvery grey mare allows her deep amber eyes to scan the area around, observing the horses nearest her.