. : M O R N I N G . D E W : .
I look up, hearing the quiet sound of another horse drinking nearby. I perk my ears, seeing a stallion on the other side of the lake, I keep my head low, not really wanting to make it obvious I had seen him. I watch with interest as he backs off into the tree-line, as if trying to make himself invisible or something. I snort, slightly confused. Most stallions I had ever met was the sort of 'in your face' sort, eager to get any mare they come across. Of course, they bit off a little more than they can chew with me, and as soon as they saw my 'violent' side, they backed off. They didn't back off because I was scary, or strong or anything, but it was out of surprise that a mare would actually challenge them, and their instinct told them not to attack a mare. I am still curious that if I actually hurt one of them sort of stallions, would they attack back? Or would they quietly walk off?
I shake my mane, and sighs, I take a step back, no longer hungry. That yellow flower, while it wasn't a lot, it's surprisingly filling, and I feel as if I had eaten a whole flowerbed of them. I shouldn't really be surprised, this place is good like that, you don't need much of anything. I suppose that is how there is still billions of food here, you don't need to eat much to be full.
I consider neighing after the stallion, but I guess if he hasn't already come and said hello he probably doesn't want to talk, and I don't want to force him. I turn away and continues to graze quietly, my golden coat reflecting the sunlight, my short black mane almost leaning to one side. I flick my ebony tail, getting rid of the occasional fly that lands on me.
. : D A R K . F U R Y : .
After what seems to have been hours, though it could have only been a few minutes, I finally grow bored of just standing around, and I walk forward slowly, feeling drained already. It's only been a few hours since I had woken up, and it feels like I had never been to sleep. My eyelids drop tiredly as I walk, my ears rolled back, making myself not alert to my surroundings. It's fine anyway, the predators don't really hand around much in the day, it's either early morning or late night. I don't know why though, they are more likely to find something to eat in the bright sunlight.
I find myself drifting back to the city, at first slowly, not feeling the need to rush, my hooves dragging on the rough floor. As I study the buildings, I suddenly remember that there may be some food there, and I instantly up my pace. I break into a quick trot, mane bobbing up and down, head now held high. I swish my tail, catching the familiar musty stench from the old city. I clear my nostrils, and stops at the entrance, shivering slightly at the faint scent of death. I walk in, not afraid, my hooves sounding deafening against the hard road compared to the eerie silence. The shadows from the buildings make it seem darker than what it actually is, and I smile, enjoying the darkness. It symbolises me as a horse, as a persona, as a member of the Dark side. How can I not like this place?
I pause every now and then and curiously glances through the broken shop windows, everything inside the buildings covered in a thick layer of dust where it obviously hadn't been touched for quite some time. As I walk calmly on the the abandoned streets, a bright chirp from a bird causes me to jump.
I swing myself around to see a small robin, well I assume it is a robin. The little bird is missing half it's feathers, and it is so pitifully skinny it looks as if it is about to die any minute. This has got to be one of the last robins here, as they are all dying off due to the lack of food for them. They have obviously been brought up in the city, as their ancestors had, and are too cowardly to explore outside the city. I stare at the bird for a bit a longer, feeling no pity for the creature, and I walk on, tail swaying side to side.
I pause at the halfway mark, knowing it is halfway as the brightness from the land behind it seems to make that half a lot brighter than this half. We call this the borderline, where Dark meets Light. This is the only part of the city that I refuse to explore. I turn away with disgust at the Light side, and in the corner of my eye I catch a few weeds growing from the side of a small shed-like building. I trot up to it, my hoof-beats echoing loudly, and I throw my head down, snatching the weeds up, enjoying actually eating something that is green and alive. I force myself to chew slowly, assuring myself that there is nobody near, wanting to actually enjoy this rare meal. I close my eyes, knowing that I may not find another green plant for a few months, as I never seem to find any. I zone out, happily chewing on the weeds, my jaw moving slowly, rhythmically, enjoying every bite.
I look up, hearing the quiet sound of another horse drinking nearby. I perk my ears, seeing a stallion on the other side of the lake, I keep my head low, not really wanting to make it obvious I had seen him. I watch with interest as he backs off into the tree-line, as if trying to make himself invisible or something. I snort, slightly confused. Most stallions I had ever met was the sort of 'in your face' sort, eager to get any mare they come across. Of course, they bit off a little more than they can chew with me, and as soon as they saw my 'violent' side, they backed off. They didn't back off because I was scary, or strong or anything, but it was out of surprise that a mare would actually challenge them, and their instinct told them not to attack a mare. I am still curious that if I actually hurt one of them sort of stallions, would they attack back? Or would they quietly walk off?
I shake my mane, and sighs, I take a step back, no longer hungry. That yellow flower, while it wasn't a lot, it's surprisingly filling, and I feel as if I had eaten a whole flowerbed of them. I shouldn't really be surprised, this place is good like that, you don't need much of anything. I suppose that is how there is still billions of food here, you don't need to eat much to be full.
I consider neighing after the stallion, but I guess if he hasn't already come and said hello he probably doesn't want to talk, and I don't want to force him. I turn away and continues to graze quietly, my golden coat reflecting the sunlight, my short black mane almost leaning to one side. I flick my ebony tail, getting rid of the occasional fly that lands on me.
. : D A R K . F U R Y : .
After what seems to have been hours, though it could have only been a few minutes, I finally grow bored of just standing around, and I walk forward slowly, feeling drained already. It's only been a few hours since I had woken up, and it feels like I had never been to sleep. My eyelids drop tiredly as I walk, my ears rolled back, making myself not alert to my surroundings. It's fine anyway, the predators don't really hand around much in the day, it's either early morning or late night. I don't know why though, they are more likely to find something to eat in the bright sunlight.
I find myself drifting back to the city, at first slowly, not feeling the need to rush, my hooves dragging on the rough floor. As I study the buildings, I suddenly remember that there may be some food there, and I instantly up my pace. I break into a quick trot, mane bobbing up and down, head now held high. I swish my tail, catching the familiar musty stench from the old city. I clear my nostrils, and stops at the entrance, shivering slightly at the faint scent of death. I walk in, not afraid, my hooves sounding deafening against the hard road compared to the eerie silence. The shadows from the buildings make it seem darker than what it actually is, and I smile, enjoying the darkness. It symbolises me as a horse, as a persona, as a member of the Dark side. How can I not like this place?
I pause every now and then and curiously glances through the broken shop windows, everything inside the buildings covered in a thick layer of dust where it obviously hadn't been touched for quite some time. As I walk calmly on the the abandoned streets, a bright chirp from a bird causes me to jump.
I swing myself around to see a small robin, well I assume it is a robin. The little bird is missing half it's feathers, and it is so pitifully skinny it looks as if it is about to die any minute. This has got to be one of the last robins here, as they are all dying off due to the lack of food for them. They have obviously been brought up in the city, as their ancestors had, and are too cowardly to explore outside the city. I stare at the bird for a bit a longer, feeling no pity for the creature, and I walk on, tail swaying side to side.
I pause at the halfway mark, knowing it is halfway as the brightness from the land behind it seems to make that half a lot brighter than this half. We call this the borderline, where Dark meets Light. This is the only part of the city that I refuse to explore. I turn away with disgust at the Light side, and in the corner of my eye I catch a few weeds growing from the side of a small shed-like building. I trot up to it, my hoof-beats echoing loudly, and I throw my head down, snatching the weeds up, enjoying actually eating something that is green and alive. I force myself to chew slowly, assuring myself that there is nobody near, wanting to actually enjoy this rare meal. I close my eyes, knowing that I may not find another green plant for a few months, as I never seem to find any. I zone out, happily chewing on the weeds, my jaw moving slowly, rhythmically, enjoying every bite.
