((Anyone needing and Equid to RP with, Zach is technically free. I'm just posting to try and keep up.))
ZachariahLocation:
Beaver Meadow ->
Back in the Canyons
Companions:
Only his imagination.
Grazing contentedly, Zach slowly works his way across the meadow with his long tail swishing through the grass behind him. The night is cool and peaceful, only the calls of late-season crickets and the occasional owl accompany the happy burble of the brook. Finding himself happily full and content for a change, he ventures over to the small stream to drink from it's cool waters. However, it seems as though fate has other designs for him, and just as his hooves touch the pebbled bank everything around him goes quiet, the crickets silenced in mid note. Spooked by the sudden quiet, Zach's head shoots up and he snorts irritatedly, ears pricked forward. Within moments the source of anxiety in the meadow materializes out of the darkness in front of him: a scruffy looking brown coyote with golden eyes pushes his way out of the grass on the opposite bank.
Not this time, clever little canid. I'll not let one little 'yote chase me off. Zach's ears pin back and he stomps the ground with his front hoof, taking a threatening step forward. They little coyote jumps in surprise, but does nothing more than blink at him, showing no fear of the white equid.
"Begone! Off with you, you mangy beast!" Zach nickers, a thin thread of fear cracking in his voice like a threat, but the coyote still refuses to budge.
The canine's uncharacteristic courage is soon explained when two more of his brethren slink out of the grass, heads held low as they too lock eyes with Zach.
Oh dear... Time to run. He slowly begins to back away from them, nostrils flared and filled with their musky scent. Sensing that they have the upper hand, the coyotes too advance and set their paws into the water's edge. For what seems like an impossibly long moment, the adversaries stand motionless as if daring one another to make the first move. It is Zach who looses, and he wheels away from them, bolting back through the grass towards the river canyon.
Zach is fast, but the coyotes are determined, and more than once in his mad dash he finds himself having to lash out with hooves to keep them off his back. One kick connects with a sickening sort of crunch, and he sends one of the coyotes flying, but that does little to deter the other two, and his feet have no sooner touched the ground then they are on him again. Yet salvation looms up in front of him, dark against the dark sky as the cliff-face rears up out of the river. Reaching it's stony embrace in just the nick of time, he leaps up with surprising height and agility to bound up the vertical slope. Leaving his earthbound attackers behind, Zach doesn't stop until he finds a little ledge just wide enough for him to plant all four hooves on it. The howls and angry barks of the pack of coyotes echos up to him, but it is obvious that they have no way of following him up the cliff. Feeling triumphant and smug though his heart still pounds in his ears, Zach whinnies back down at them:
"So close and yet so far, you'll never catch me unless coyotes have grown wings under those tails!"