Post by Forte on Jul 18, 2010 20:26:24 GMT -5
Autumn trimmed the grasses and quelled their upward growth, already somewhat pulled up and devoured by horses and deer and all sorts of creature. The air held an icy edge, a promising note of winter, and it was to be a cold one, as well. The mare, her winter coat still patchy and not quite grown in, rose her head in a sudden stiff breeze and shuddered, stomping her hoof against the chilling Earth. It was harder than she remembered, beset by the first vestiges of frost. Her mouth lowered again and she returned to grazing on what was left, still more nourishing and filling than other places. What really bothered Natavi was the smell of other horses, wanderers like herself, who frequented this area around this time in a last ditch effort to build up a layer of warming, life-preserving tallow for the winter. This mare had not the thin, strained look of some wanderers, however.
In fact, she looked quite able to take care of herself, and thank you very much. It wasn't that Natavi actually enjoyed living alone and scraping by on what she could so much as that she wouldn't consent to being, as the stallions so ungraciously put it 'claimed.' Oh, she would happily live in a herd, all right, but she wouldn't ever be the property of some great, stupid, ugly brute... She sneered mentally at the thought. It was rather cold, though, and it would be nice to have somewhere to stay at least for the winter... She sighed, thinking nostalgically of the old days, before her "bachlorette" band was broken up, when she'd had others to share the harshness of the cold with, to groom that place on her withers that she couldn't reach... She found herself drifting off into a daydream, wishing she was back.
Suddenly, she caught herself wavering and threw her head up, shaking her poll to push the thought away. She didn't need them! She didn't need anyone! she tore at the grasses violently for a few moments before settling down again, angry at herself for thinking such mutinous thoughts. She wasn't a silly daydreamer with her head in the clouds, she was a big, tough, down-to-earth mare who wanted nothing more from life than perfect solitude and fairness for all. The law was cruel to her, but she would bear up under it... Even if she died alone, with no one to remember her name... She slipped off into her own thoughts again, hating herself all the time for even entertaining such fantasies.
In fact, she looked quite able to take care of herself, and thank you very much. It wasn't that Natavi actually enjoyed living alone and scraping by on what she could so much as that she wouldn't consent to being, as the stallions so ungraciously put it 'claimed.' Oh, she would happily live in a herd, all right, but she wouldn't ever be the property of some great, stupid, ugly brute... She sneered mentally at the thought. It was rather cold, though, and it would be nice to have somewhere to stay at least for the winter... She sighed, thinking nostalgically of the old days, before her "bachlorette" band was broken up, when she'd had others to share the harshness of the cold with, to groom that place on her withers that she couldn't reach... She found herself drifting off into a daydream, wishing she was back.
Suddenly, she caught herself wavering and threw her head up, shaking her poll to push the thought away. She didn't need them! She didn't need anyone! she tore at the grasses violently for a few moments before settling down again, angry at herself for thinking such mutinous thoughts. She wasn't a silly daydreamer with her head in the clouds, she was a big, tough, down-to-earth mare who wanted nothing more from life than perfect solitude and fairness for all. The law was cruel to her, but she would bear up under it... Even if she died alone, with no one to remember her name... She slipped off into her own thoughts again, hating herself all the time for even entertaining such fantasies.