05-06-2020, 12:43 AM
The filly can only inwardly curse as she realizes she had left herself vulnerable enough for a stallion to get as close as this one had. Not only that, but so close that Zylah so much as had to flick her tail and it would brush up against the black and white spotted coat he sported that stretched over his muscles.
Luckily, Zylah had not lifted her head, so unless the stallion lowered his to meet her at eye level, there was no way he could've seen yet. The filly was quick to brush her head against her foreleg, making it seem like she was absently scratching at an itch, when in reality she was doing all she could to help put her forelock in place so that it blocked out her milky white right eye. When she felt it was sufficient enough, she lifted her blue eye to meet the stallion, to get a better look at him, but was careful to keep her head turned just enough.
She turned her body so she didn't feel her space intruded on; it hadn't been pleasant to suddenly see such a large stallion standing positioned behind her hindquarters. The filly couldn't help but flick her tail in slight irritation as she moved her body out of the way of his 'grabby' hooves it seemed, watching him with a calculated gaze.
The stallion tells the filly he knows of better grazing than what she is getting here, but any opportunity of food would sound ideal for a hungry equine right about now. Zylah couldn't let her basic needs overcome her instinct to survive and avoid trouble. Right now, looking at the stallion, despite his more relaxed posture compared to her tense one, something just didn't feel right.
His eyes are several shades brighter than hers, not unlike a blue in color, but with more green that caused it to appear between the two. They were watching her with the gaze of a hungry stallion, and by that, in the sense that Zylah figured she knew what he wanted.
Despite the danger lurking behind those eyes however, the stallion surprises her by introducing himself before making any other sudden moves. This leaves the filly momentarily floored; was he not subject to the same behavior as many other stallions back in her homeland? The ones she remembered at least? Hardly, if any, a ward exchanged between mare and stallion before the latter would begin snapping at the former's hindquarters and flanks to make her move toward the herd, and wouldn't let her venture far out before it became clear the mare accepted her fate.
That had happened to Zylah a number of times, actually. But various reasons, including the one she was hiding behind her forelock, led the filly to be booted out and on her own again.
Zylah didn't know what to say to the spotted stallion at first, sizing up the rest of him instead. He was a good deal taller than her, and boasted an impressive body style, much more 'refined' than her own more compact frame. Her dam said that each horse was built a certain way to highlight what it was best at. So what did that mean for this stallion, who seemed to strut about the meadow and carry himself with the presence of a herd leader showing off for the mares?
The only factor that impressed Zylah was his confidence. Most likely, because he didn't have the weight of a curse pressing down on his conscience. She was a talkative creature, sure, but knew she presented herself as closed off considering she never let any creature stand on, or see, her right side.
Not long in silence passes before the filly's senses detect the presence of another approaching, and her head goes up, her ears pricked and alert. Her tapered muzzle was in the air as her nostrils flared to detect the scent of the creature closing in.
She saw it before it got too close; another horse, perhaps a stallion by the looks of it, but Zylah did not judge based on size. Quite a few times she'd met mares who were taller than her. He is spotted, like the other, she can tell since she sees a few markings on his breast and neck. But the closer he got, the more her jaw dropped, for instead of a more natural coloring to the spots like the black and white stallion, this new one sported something much different.
Spots of darkened sunlight! Well, that was the closest thing Zylah had to compare it to. There were mares she'd met in the past that sported coats of spun wheat they had referred to as a palomino, but this stallion's markings didn't seem to fit that description. Not quite the color of golden wheat, but not as bright as the palomino coats. It made him stand out in a different way that the black stallion, but neither was an unattractive specimen, Zylah had to admit.
The golden spotted stallion looked at the black spotted one, but Zylah can't make out what the former might be thinking about the taller of the pair. So, instead, she watches the newcomer to see if he has anything to say. Indeed, he does, introducing himself by name as well as the name of the land he hails from. Given she had spent her time on the coast since her arrival, Zylah did not yet know that such lands existed in these parts. Yeah, definitely much different than her home.
Zylah does not see the perfectly round patches of bare ground that Aodhán had left behind him while walking over here. However, hearing that both stallions could potentially help her find some more delectable food, she was all for it.
Since Aodhán's offer seems more immediate, the filly was all to happy to accept, her instincts pushed down by the kind offer since she was hungry. The filly nodded excitedly, stomping on her front hooves a bit, hoping that maybe they'd either help her find better food beneath the snow, or knew of some that was still blooming in the forest.
@[Chemdog] @[Aodhan]
Luckily, Zylah had not lifted her head, so unless the stallion lowered his to meet her at eye level, there was no way he could've seen yet. The filly was quick to brush her head against her foreleg, making it seem like she was absently scratching at an itch, when in reality she was doing all she could to help put her forelock in place so that it blocked out her milky white right eye. When she felt it was sufficient enough, she lifted her blue eye to meet the stallion, to get a better look at him, but was careful to keep her head turned just enough.
She turned her body so she didn't feel her space intruded on; it hadn't been pleasant to suddenly see such a large stallion standing positioned behind her hindquarters. The filly couldn't help but flick her tail in slight irritation as she moved her body out of the way of his 'grabby' hooves it seemed, watching him with a calculated gaze.
The stallion tells the filly he knows of better grazing than what she is getting here, but any opportunity of food would sound ideal for a hungry equine right about now. Zylah couldn't let her basic needs overcome her instinct to survive and avoid trouble. Right now, looking at the stallion, despite his more relaxed posture compared to her tense one, something just didn't feel right.
His eyes are several shades brighter than hers, not unlike a blue in color, but with more green that caused it to appear between the two. They were watching her with the gaze of a hungry stallion, and by that, in the sense that Zylah figured she knew what he wanted.
Despite the danger lurking behind those eyes however, the stallion surprises her by introducing himself before making any other sudden moves. This leaves the filly momentarily floored; was he not subject to the same behavior as many other stallions back in her homeland? The ones she remembered at least? Hardly, if any, a ward exchanged between mare and stallion before the latter would begin snapping at the former's hindquarters and flanks to make her move toward the herd, and wouldn't let her venture far out before it became clear the mare accepted her fate.
That had happened to Zylah a number of times, actually. But various reasons, including the one she was hiding behind her forelock, led the filly to be booted out and on her own again.
Zylah didn't know what to say to the spotted stallion at first, sizing up the rest of him instead. He was a good deal taller than her, and boasted an impressive body style, much more 'refined' than her own more compact frame. Her dam said that each horse was built a certain way to highlight what it was best at. So what did that mean for this stallion, who seemed to strut about the meadow and carry himself with the presence of a herd leader showing off for the mares?
The only factor that impressed Zylah was his confidence. Most likely, because he didn't have the weight of a curse pressing down on his conscience. She was a talkative creature, sure, but knew she presented herself as closed off considering she never let any creature stand on, or see, her right side.
Not long in silence passes before the filly's senses detect the presence of another approaching, and her head goes up, her ears pricked and alert. Her tapered muzzle was in the air as her nostrils flared to detect the scent of the creature closing in.
She saw it before it got too close; another horse, perhaps a stallion by the looks of it, but Zylah did not judge based on size. Quite a few times she'd met mares who were taller than her. He is spotted, like the other, she can tell since she sees a few markings on his breast and neck. But the closer he got, the more her jaw dropped, for instead of a more natural coloring to the spots like the black and white stallion, this new one sported something much different.
Spots of darkened sunlight! Well, that was the closest thing Zylah had to compare it to. There were mares she'd met in the past that sported coats of spun wheat they had referred to as a palomino, but this stallion's markings didn't seem to fit that description. Not quite the color of golden wheat, but not as bright as the palomino coats. It made him stand out in a different way that the black stallion, but neither was an unattractive specimen, Zylah had to admit.
The golden spotted stallion looked at the black spotted one, but Zylah can't make out what the former might be thinking about the taller of the pair. So, instead, she watches the newcomer to see if he has anything to say. Indeed, he does, introducing himself by name as well as the name of the land he hails from. Given she had spent her time on the coast since her arrival, Zylah did not yet know that such lands existed in these parts. Yeah, definitely much different than her home.
Zylah does not see the perfectly round patches of bare ground that Aodhán had left behind him while walking over here. However, hearing that both stallions could potentially help her find some more delectable food, she was all for it.
Since Aodhán's offer seems more immediate, the filly was all to happy to accept, her instincts pushed down by the kind offer since she was hungry. The filly nodded excitedly, stomping on her front hooves a bit, hoping that maybe they'd either help her find better food beneath the snow, or knew of some that was still blooming in the forest.
@[Chemdog] @[Aodhan]