Post by Ava on Nov 6, 2020 10:26:42 GMT -8
Willow trees. Her namesake. It was not the home of her birth, but the mare's brown eyes took in the sight of the vast trees in front of her, nostrils flaring and taking in the unique smell of the earth and trees as a memory came to the forefront of her mind. While she stood overlooking the area, she remembered the moment when she bit a colt's ear that had bit her first and she did not even playfully nip the younger colt but rather made sure to land a good bite to make sure he thought twice before biting her again. Her mother did not scold her and her father had come to talk to her about the incident in an act of diplomacy for the herd. Her father's concerns fell on deaf ears, as by now the filly and her mother realized it was only a formality. Instead, her father gave a small nod of approval before he left them to go watch the herd after their talk- a nod that only she recognized. Beaming with pride, Willow the filly trotted to a new patch of grass, proudly strutting past the colt, and flicking her tail in glee before chomping down on the greenery.
With a deep breath in and a shake of her neck, Willow brought herself out of the fond memory and strode forward to a nearby willow tree. She kept to the outside, not feeling the need for privacy when the area already seemed void of other beings. She was calm, but alert, not going to allow the scars on her rump to make a mockery of her again. She continued to wander among the willows, slowly trekking her way along the earth, paying attention to carefully step across the roots that had stretched too far from the bases of their trees. Even though she was not particularly worried about being in danger, the mare preferred to stay and move as quietly as she could to keep the tranquility of this place and clumsily hitting the roots with her hooves would not be a way to do so. An ear suddenly twitched, picking up a sound that was abnormal to what she had been hearing, but she continued walking, keeping her ear pinned in the direction of the noise. Perhaps it was just another small animal, but the mare refused to let her guard down.
Word count: 400
Tag: Open
Notes: I’m shocked I typed out 400 words- I was expecting far less.
With a deep breath in and a shake of her neck, Willow brought herself out of the fond memory and strode forward to a nearby willow tree. She kept to the outside, not feeling the need for privacy when the area already seemed void of other beings. She was calm, but alert, not going to allow the scars on her rump to make a mockery of her again. She continued to wander among the willows, slowly trekking her way along the earth, paying attention to carefully step across the roots that had stretched too far from the bases of their trees. Even though she was not particularly worried about being in danger, the mare preferred to stay and move as quietly as she could to keep the tranquility of this place and clumsily hitting the roots with her hooves would not be a way to do so. An ear suddenly twitched, picking up a sound that was abnormal to what she had been hearing, but she continued walking, keeping her ear pinned in the direction of the noise. Perhaps it was just another small animal, but the mare refused to let her guard down.
Word count: 400
Tag: Open
Notes: I’m shocked I typed out 400 words- I was expecting far less.