[AW] The World Is Yours

[Hydra]

 
        
              
                             

She watched the two stallions from amid the golden grasses, her dark brown eyes sliding from one figure to the next.   Her breathing mingled with the gentle, steady whoosh of dry stalks as the wind jostled  them, creating a sensational ripple over the knoll. Hydra’s dun hide drifted into their waves effortlessly; the perfect camouflage for an imperfect creature. The journey had been strenuous, with immense strain tiring her body and muddling her emotions.   “We will be here, with you,” her father muttered, pressing his face against his daughter's and then touching his muzzle against her heavy chest.   “Always,” whispered her mother through a smile. Hydra stood between her parents, against their warm bodies and their tears, relishing the feeling for a moment before taking her first steps alone.   Hydra sighed, breaking her gaze downwards and away from the duo, her ink-dipped ears flitting backwards defeatedly. She would never forget the feeling of such genuine, selfless love, and oh, could it be painful!    She swallowed, whisking the memory away to be tapped another time when the night seemed just a little too dark. Her attention settled again on the two stallions as she lay in the grasses, her neck stretched and muzzle raised like a lioness to peer above their tapered blades. She had to be no more than thirty feet shy of the earthen-hued stallion as he efficiently consumed half the hillside, noting when he cocks his leg with a slight twitch of her nose. His build reminded her of the sturdy, brazen people of her home.   She hoped he was less full of bullshit.   A stallion with a bloodied face and five – no, six – protruding horns crested the knoll beside her, the late summer sun glinting in rapid succession off of each point as he lowered his head to graze.   ”Hello there! How are you?” the fawn stallion called out across the plains.   Hydra huffed and rose to her feet, the dried mud on her fetlocks flaking like the bark of an ancient tree, though much less fascinating.   “Tired, but awake…” she mumbled, the words drifting off in an unspoken accusation that they had, in fact, ruined what would have been an amazing nap.   She arched her muscular neck to either side in a failed attempt to alleviate the stiffness of restless travel before a shake tremored throughout her body. Her thick braids fell softly against the middle of her neck, the tones of cream and black creating an appealing texture to the eye. Jagged shark’s teeth were tied haphazardly to the ends of each braid, with turquoise stones affixed near the base of each that flashed against the skeletal white. They rang hollowly as they settled, a specter from her past whispering in her ears. She flicked her hock-length tail, using the thin, black, braided tip to crack the prospect of a reverie.   Her deep eyes openly moved from Jericho to Feliks, amber shards piercing the dark sea of mahogany, a rich swirl of exhaustion and wildness.                                     H Y D R A *if you could only see the beast you've made of me... "Speaking" ooc. :) @Jericho ; @Feliks