Aye, this was the life. Her long, slender neck rested on the frigid ground, soaking up the damp air that it released.
Her pallid bodice enlarged with the burden of full lungs, then contracted as the air released with a swoosh. She elongated
her neck, stretching it to grasp a blade of golden grass. The sun kissed her snowy coat, leaving it shimmering as she relaxed
in the middle of the open field.
But wait, velvety ears flickered at an approaching movement in the grasses surrounding her. Paperthin nares quivered
in instictivly. Scrambling to her feet, she glanced about, hazel eyes scanning the unknown territory with wary and experienced
eyes. The harsh scream of a wildcat threw her off balance as it flew at her, nails unsheathed and stretched t'ward her petite,
barely 14hh body.
As she stumbled, the cat barely nicked 'er pale body and tumbled over her onto the ground b'hind. With
a cool and calculating attack, she approached its down form and raised her peached hooves above in a high, arching rear, that
writhed her petite form. With a crash, she brought them down upon the now lifeless body. There she stood, shaking with
a mixture of fury and fear, cremello pelt barely
nicked from the fight.
But there'd been others. 'Er startling white form stood out among the other equines and made her an unsurprsing target
for all sorts of predators. She'd learned to not fuss at a wound, she'd had many; and had become an unlikely competitor. Seperating
herself from other equines so as not to put them in harms way, she'd become a loner, her odd color still making 'er a
target for such attacks.
Sighing heavily, she left the body and began to
trod along to the next terrain. Pausing, she lifted her muzzle into the air, nares widening as the smell of
equines hit her. She'd go to them, she thought. Perhaps then she could get some rest. She left bloody hoofprints