09-05-2016, 11:08 PM
Having a calm home in the Chamber, despite the presence of Chemdog and other mares that Sreva didn't get along with, had done the pintaloosa wonders. All her life, she'd been a live wire, always worried for when the next predator would sneak around her back and take her life. She'd fought hard to survive and get to this point in her life, whether it'd been against man or beast.
A little while ago, it had been the latter. Sreva had been wandering around, looking for familiar faces, even if she didn't get along with a large number of her former herd. She'd ended up stumbling across a predator, and had made a break for it. The nerves in her body were still high from Beqanna's recent changes, so it was natural that the mare was going a bit berserk right now. Before the predator even had the chance to give chase, Sreva was a good distance away.
By the time she got to the meadow, her lungs were heaving, her chest burning from the exertion she'd displayed when running from the predator. She didn't know how long she'd been running, only that she was tired and frightened from all that had happened. The young mare was so distracted, absorbed in her own thoughts that she failed to notice there were two other horses nearby; of course, this could also be due to the fact that she was standing upwind, meaning that she could not detect the scent of the other horses.
Sreva was so exhausted, she did not even try to find shelter under a tree. The mare tucked in her front legs and laid down among the long meadow grass, laying her head down. Her nostrils flared as she tried to calm herself down, the effort failing miserably as memories of the predator and what Beqanna had gone through continued to creep inside her mind.
A little while ago, it had been the latter. Sreva had been wandering around, looking for familiar faces, even if she didn't get along with a large number of her former herd. She'd ended up stumbling across a predator, and had made a break for it. The nerves in her body were still high from Beqanna's recent changes, so it was natural that the mare was going a bit berserk right now. Before the predator even had the chance to give chase, Sreva was a good distance away.
By the time she got to the meadow, her lungs were heaving, her chest burning from the exertion she'd displayed when running from the predator. She didn't know how long she'd been running, only that she was tired and frightened from all that had happened. The young mare was so distracted, absorbed in her own thoughts that she failed to notice there were two other horses nearby; of course, this could also be due to the fact that she was standing upwind, meaning that she could not detect the scent of the other horses.
Sreva was so exhausted, she did not even try to find shelter under a tree. The mare tucked in her front legs and laid down among the long meadow grass, laying her head down. Her nostrils flared as she tried to calm herself down, the effort failing miserably as memories of the predator and what Beqanna had gone through continued to creep inside her mind.