Post by sooty on Dec 9, 2011 21:12:16 GMT
It had been sometime since she had met and played with her friend. The small and petit gray mare was growing tired of her own company. She could run, jump, play and chase the critters of the high country but yourself got lonely and she was craving the company of other brumbies that did not find her odd for her high amounts of energy. The only problem was no matter what she did she always found herself on her own and far from other brumbies. Today was no different.
She had found a large river, now young Eerin loved water and she had started chasing it, chasing the current down the river that it. She had zoomed along the riverbank, her head low to the ground her eyes fixed on the swift flowing current, her thick mane and tail flying in the wind. The little gray mare was court up in her chase, forgetting everything else around her. She was very good at doing this.
She ran and she ran and she ran then... She tripped, she tumbled, she ended up on her side beside the river. With an embarrassed snort she shakes her head and looks around her hoping that no one saw her fall. That is when she sees it. See’s what she had tripped over. Her eyes go wide and she gets back up onto her hooves, quickly shakes the dust off of her and slowly approaches what had send her tumbling to the earth.
When she reaches it she lowers her head slowly and sniffs it. Then she lifts a foreleg and taps her hoof on it. As she does bits of it fall off and a black smoke comes up around her hoof. With a snort she jumps backwards. The smell that was winding up from it sent fear through her body but she wasn’t sure why.
She picks her foreleg up again and paws roughly at the ground, digging a hole before her before she leaps, more like pounces upon the bit of black chard wood that she had tripped over. It cracks under her weight as she lands on it and at the sound she fly’s to the side away from it. Then her rump bumps into something and she jumps forward.
Turning her head around she looks behind her and sees more of the black stuff some of it was big and some pocking up in the air. Her eyes go wide as she looks at it all then she forgets her fear and begins to run around it, kicking at bits of burnt wood. Rearing up and striking out at other bits. Snorting and nickering with each blow as she goes, thoroughly enjoying herself.
She had found a large river, now young Eerin loved water and she had started chasing it, chasing the current down the river that it. She had zoomed along the riverbank, her head low to the ground her eyes fixed on the swift flowing current, her thick mane and tail flying in the wind. The little gray mare was court up in her chase, forgetting everything else around her. She was very good at doing this.
She ran and she ran and she ran then... She tripped, she tumbled, she ended up on her side beside the river. With an embarrassed snort she shakes her head and looks around her hoping that no one saw her fall. That is when she sees it. See’s what she had tripped over. Her eyes go wide and she gets back up onto her hooves, quickly shakes the dust off of her and slowly approaches what had send her tumbling to the earth.
When she reaches it she lowers her head slowly and sniffs it. Then she lifts a foreleg and taps her hoof on it. As she does bits of it fall off and a black smoke comes up around her hoof. With a snort she jumps backwards. The smell that was winding up from it sent fear through her body but she wasn’t sure why.
She picks her foreleg up again and paws roughly at the ground, digging a hole before her before she leaps, more like pounces upon the bit of black chard wood that she had tripped over. It cracks under her weight as she lands on it and at the sound she fly’s to the side away from it. Then her rump bumps into something and she jumps forward.
Turning her head around she looks behind her and sees more of the black stuff some of it was big and some pocking up in the air. Her eyes go wide as she looks at it all then she forgets her fear and begins to run around it, kicking at bits of burnt wood. Rearing up and striking out at other bits. Snorting and nickering with each blow as she goes, thoroughly enjoying herself.