10-26-2020, 10:52 PM
isn't she lovely?
The rain falls and taints her brightened coat with a sopping blanket of dark beige hairs. Why she has found herself meandering the forest amongst an autumn rainfall is beyond her, but where else is she to go?
She is still unsure.
Her few weeks in Icicle Isle had been lonely—though the temperature much more favourable than this alternative puttering shower—and she has been craving socialization.
As she deepens herself into the forest, a storm brews with heavy angst. It begins to rumble with an intimidating fury that has Ruth quickening her pace to anywhere else. Storms had never served her well, and a fear of storms had most certainly been a learned behavior from her equally skittish dam.
As lightning flashes Ruthless hears the eruption of a branch falling victim to the storm. Her ears flicker to the left, angling herself away from the source of the noise. Her brisk trot is lengthy, covering the uneven terrain with the poise of a true veteran, surviving and conquering homelessness. She had combed the forest with her mother for a year before life started for the golden wild child, and her memory of home would never fade.
In her attempt to escape the threatening wrath of the storm, she is blind to the other barrier to her safety.
As Ruthless glides forward, she only sees the flash of a shadow seconds before realizing the reality of what was about to happen. Another horse had been leaving the scene, and unfortunately their paths had merged.
Ruth slams to her breaks and angles to her right to avoid colliding with the mare on her left. She whisks to a turn before slowing to halt, wondering if the mare would also stop to see if she is alright.
“Sorry,” she manages breathlessly, searching the younger black mare despite the persistent fall of rain, “I didn’t think anyone else would be out here.”
She is still unsure.
Her few weeks in Icicle Isle had been lonely—though the temperature much more favourable than this alternative puttering shower—and she has been craving socialization.
As she deepens herself into the forest, a storm brews with heavy angst. It begins to rumble with an intimidating fury that has Ruth quickening her pace to anywhere else. Storms had never served her well, and a fear of storms had most certainly been a learned behavior from her equally skittish dam.
As lightning flashes Ruthless hears the eruption of a branch falling victim to the storm. Her ears flicker to the left, angling herself away from the source of the noise. Her brisk trot is lengthy, covering the uneven terrain with the poise of a true veteran, surviving and conquering homelessness. She had combed the forest with her mother for a year before life started for the golden wild child, and her memory of home would never fade.
In her attempt to escape the threatening wrath of the storm, she is blind to the other barrier to her safety.
As Ruthless glides forward, she only sees the flash of a shadow seconds before realizing the reality of what was about to happen. Another horse had been leaving the scene, and unfortunately their paths had merged.
Ruth slams to her breaks and angles to her right to avoid colliding with the mare on her left. She whisks to a turn before slowing to halt, wondering if the mare would also stop to see if she is alright.
“Sorry,” she manages breathlessly, searching the younger black mare despite the persistent fall of rain, “I didn’t think anyone else would be out here.”
Ruthless
father x mother or rank