The morning was still new when the mare set out on her trek. The sun had just begun to make its journey above the horizon, painting the forest in sepia tinted oranges and yellows. The coloring fit the scene. Autumn was clutching the land now with its soft hues and browning branches. Leaves fell about the mare as she slithered between the tree trunks of the forest. No matter how they tried they would not camouflage her here though. She was a beast best suited to the cold. She was decorated in shades of varying colors of pink, blues, and purple, a star trapped in an equine form.
The gentle sound of water caught her attention and the mare changed her trajectory. Her steps were long and gentle. She was normally a quiet mover, stealthy and clean, but today leaves crunched beneath her. She wasn't sure if it was due to the way that autumn brought death to leaves or that she just didn't care. It didn't matter though, she was quiet enough not to bring too much attention to herself.
Soon the mare broke from the trees to a small clearing. There a wide creek lazily twisted along the ground. Dew hung close to the grass and fog twisted between the mare's limbs. Her breath was misted in the cool morning air. Limbs carried the female into the water which poured around her, just barely touching her belly. The fish there were unfazed by her presence. Perhaps they had never met an equine like herself. She gazed about watching them swim around her long limbs, she wouldn't harm them she merely just wanted to watch.
“speaking”
The gentle sound of water caught her attention and the mare changed her trajectory. Her steps were long and gentle. She was normally a quiet mover, stealthy and clean, but today leaves crunched beneath her. She wasn't sure if it was due to the way that autumn brought death to leaves or that she just didn't care. It didn't matter though, she was quiet enough not to bring too much attention to herself.
Soon the mare broke from the trees to a small clearing. There a wide creek lazily twisted along the ground. Dew hung close to the grass and fog twisted between the mare's limbs. Her breath was misted in the cool morning air. Limbs carried the female into the water which poured around her, just barely touching her belly. The fish there were unfazed by her presence. Perhaps they had never met an equine like herself. She gazed about watching them swim around her long limbs, she wouldn't harm them she merely just wanted to watch.
“speaking”
@Zosimos <3
