Post by casanova on Mar 26, 2019 0:28:18 GMT
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and the few trees dotting the flat landscape rustled softly in the breeze that blew through the valley. The beautiful twin lakes shone like twin crystals as the light from the sun shone down on them. It was peaceful and relaxing. Nostrils flaring to catch the scents on the wind the pretty spotted mare standing underneath a tree for shade gazed across the land with calm but surveying eyes. Snorting she shook the hair from her eyes and lowered her head to graze on the sweet smelling grass below her. Ears still perked in case there was something she was missing happening around her. Crosszeria was never without being alert at all times and the gentle ripple of her coat as she shifted showed off the bunches and tensed; ready to face danger position her muscles has come to shift into.
Her peace was halted though when her straining ears caught the sound of on coming footsteps. Not feline, nor canine. but a familiar sound. Snorting she jerked her head up in alertness; her hair flying straight back over her face as she surveyed the lands before she squinted to see the on coming figure approaching her. She took a small step back and prepared to meet the stranger.
She grew up with a military like sire; she could deal with strangers. She wouldn't take any crap from whomever this new horse may throw at her. She was the soldier, the survivor. Her gaze hardened and she straightened up even more just like her father taught her.
"Can I help you?" she quipped in a icy tone that harbored no emotions other then getting straight to the point.
Her peace was halted though when her straining ears caught the sound of on coming footsteps. Not feline, nor canine. but a familiar sound. Snorting she jerked her head up in alertness; her hair flying straight back over her face as she surveyed the lands before she squinted to see the on coming figure approaching her. She took a small step back and prepared to meet the stranger.
She grew up with a military like sire; she could deal with strangers. She wouldn't take any crap from whomever this new horse may throw at her. She was the soldier, the survivor. Her gaze hardened and she straightened up even more just like her father taught her.
"Can I help you?" she quipped in a icy tone that harbored no emotions other then getting straight to the point.