Post by Tiggs on Mar 16, 2008 4:04:33 GMT
After grazing in the sodden valley for the morning, the spotted mare was smothered in mud up to her knees, and her delicate muzzle was covered in the stuff from ripping up the soft grass that grew in the boggy area. There was little enough water now that the ground wasn't too dangerous, and she could graze and drink without too much effort.
There were some places where the mud was deep, but Crayola had learned where those were now as evidenced by the brown stockings encasing her legs. The rest of her coat was spotted with natural grey-blue spots and splashes of mud kicked up by her hooves. She looked like a bit of a mess, but she was content. The grazing was good here, if a little wet.
Full for now, she waded to drier ground and settled under the shade of some trees to stand in a doze. She looked peaceful, if a little bedraggled as she slept. She had few worries. The thought of men rarely crossed her mind, and she'd welcome the attention of another brumby herd. Crayola was rather alone right now, and the first herd to come along would do.
She was not exactly desperate, but all this time alone was beginning to sadden her. She just wanted company and the safety of a herd. She didn't care if the stallion was cruel or mean, she probably wouldn't even notice, as long as she could follow someone she'd be complete again.
For the entire summer, she'd wandered alone. She'd never called out, perhaps forgetting that she could. Crayola was a little vacant, and she'd been counting on just coming across another herd by luck alone. She was a sweet mare, though lacking a little in common sense. She was perfect as a herd mare, following orders and following where she was lead. She didn't need to think in her life, so she had never learned to.
She sighed heavily as she slept, dreaming of a herd with foals playing while the mothers looked on and the stallion stood proud and magnificent as he lorded over his land.
There were some places where the mud was deep, but Crayola had learned where those were now as evidenced by the brown stockings encasing her legs. The rest of her coat was spotted with natural grey-blue spots and splashes of mud kicked up by her hooves. She looked like a bit of a mess, but she was content. The grazing was good here, if a little wet.
Full for now, she waded to drier ground and settled under the shade of some trees to stand in a doze. She looked peaceful, if a little bedraggled as she slept. She had few worries. The thought of men rarely crossed her mind, and she'd welcome the attention of another brumby herd. Crayola was rather alone right now, and the first herd to come along would do.
She was not exactly desperate, but all this time alone was beginning to sadden her. She just wanted company and the safety of a herd. She didn't care if the stallion was cruel or mean, she probably wouldn't even notice, as long as she could follow someone she'd be complete again.
For the entire summer, she'd wandered alone. She'd never called out, perhaps forgetting that she could. Crayola was a little vacant, and she'd been counting on just coming across another herd by luck alone. She was a sweet mare, though lacking a little in common sense. She was perfect as a herd mare, following orders and following where she was lead. She didn't need to think in her life, so she had never learned to.
She sighed heavily as she slept, dreaming of a herd with foals playing while the mothers looked on and the stallion stood proud and magnificent as he lorded over his land.
