08-17-2016, 02:37 AM
Maus stayed ever watchful as she drank the cool water from the lake. She knew it would not take long for someone to approach her. From her experience places like this usually buzzed with recruiters trying to lay claim to homeless horses; but this wasn't the only reason she stayed so alert. Summer was dying off and autumn was paving the way for breeding season. While Maus was not opposed to having a foal, she would NOT stand by and let some foolish stallion hopped up on hormones force her into motherhood. The thought causes her black rimmed ears to pin back against her poll slightly. Oh have mercy on the pool soul to try that ridiculousness! She would fight to the death before that ever happened.
It's at this point that the soft clatter of hooves on the rocks catches Maus' attention causing her ears to twist in its direction. Someone approached her from the right and without lifting her lips from the lake, she watches as another mare joins her. The resemblance of this newcomer was uncanny. It was as if she were looking through a smudged mirror, the hues of their coats were nearly identical. The other mare dipped her skull downward, sharing a drink with Maus and as she lifts her head back up, Maus does the same. Small droplets fall from her black lips, plopping soundless back to their origin. She waits for mare to speak and moments later she does.
For a moment Maus stands with a confused look scrolling across her face. She heard the mares words, but she could have sworn her mouth didn't move. If the silvery grey minx had eyebrows, one surely would have be raised to express her utter confusion. Her deep Amber eyes flick from side to side, almost begging someone to tell her she wasn't losing her mind. Surely this other mare hadn't spoken to her in her mind. That would be absurd, right?
Luckily for our dear Maus, she doesn't have much time to dwell on whether she was going crazy or not as yet another mare approaches them. The newest addition to their little group wastes no time in introductions as she too offers the mouse grey minx a home. So now Maus has a choice to make. The Valley, as the first mare offered or The Amazons as proposed by the second. Hmmm...decisions decisions she thinks to herself, her eyes bouncing from one mare to the next, though they linger a little longer on Topsail for she couldn't shake the weirdness that had just transpired "Maus." she says after a few more seconds. "My name is Maus." The words flow from her mouth laced with a thick russian accent. "And what do you have to offer? What makes your homes so special?" she inquires. Choosing a band to join wasn't a task to be taken lightly; Maus wanted to make sure she was choosing wisely.
It's at this point that the soft clatter of hooves on the rocks catches Maus' attention causing her ears to twist in its direction. Someone approached her from the right and without lifting her lips from the lake, she watches as another mare joins her. The resemblance of this newcomer was uncanny. It was as if she were looking through a smudged mirror, the hues of their coats were nearly identical. The other mare dipped her skull downward, sharing a drink with Maus and as she lifts her head back up, Maus does the same. Small droplets fall from her black lips, plopping soundless back to their origin. She waits for mare to speak and moments later she does.
For a moment Maus stands with a confused look scrolling across her face. She heard the mares words, but she could have sworn her mouth didn't move. If the silvery grey minx had eyebrows, one surely would have be raised to express her utter confusion. Her deep Amber eyes flick from side to side, almost begging someone to tell her she wasn't losing her mind. Surely this other mare hadn't spoken to her in her mind. That would be absurd, right?
Luckily for our dear Maus, she doesn't have much time to dwell on whether she was going crazy or not as yet another mare approaches them. The newest addition to their little group wastes no time in introductions as she too offers the mouse grey minx a home. So now Maus has a choice to make. The Valley, as the first mare offered or The Amazons as proposed by the second. Hmmm...decisions decisions she thinks to herself, her eyes bouncing from one mare to the next, though they linger a little longer on Topsail for she couldn't shake the weirdness that had just transpired "Maus." she says after a few more seconds. "My name is Maus." The words flow from her mouth laced with a thick russian accent. "And what do you have to offer? What makes your homes so special?" she inquires. Choosing a band to join wasn't a task to be taken lightly; Maus wanted to make sure she was choosing wisely.