Hera | Mare | Friesian | 2 Years | Herdless/Unclaimed | Heat Stage: 2 |
Tags: Silence
Hera grazed underneath an oak tree's shade, swishing her black and red tail to shoo away the flies landing on her. The mare kept flashing back to the events that happened a few days ago, when the human's disappeared. Being tied up to a trailer. Straining to break free from her halter. The menacing growls of starving dogs.
Hera still had her long, plush winter coat. The fur around her armpits were matted with the sweat she accumulated from running so much. Normally her human would brush it out with a metal curry comb, but she wasn't here anymore. The matted fur annoyed her, it pinched her skin, but she could do nothing. All she could hope for was the possibility that another horse could groom them out, and if that didn't work, she'd simply have to wait till she shed her winter coat and ignore it for now.
Hera's ears flicked forward and she paused her grazing. She could have sworn she heard something, but it was so quiet, too quiet to know what it was. She didn't hear anything else. Maybe it was nothing,but Hera was curious. She wanted to know for sure if she did hear something, and where that sound came from. Besides, what'd she have to lose by taking a little walk?
Hera moved away from the tree, in the direction of the noise at a trot. She thought about calling out into the wind, see if she would get a response, but she decided against it. Maybe it was something dangerous, she didn't want to signal her position to a potential predator. She wasn't the fastest runner, and she was all alone.
Hera crested over several hills before finally, she spotted what she assumed was the source of the noise. A blue roan stallion struggling to climb up an adjacent hill. He really didn't look too good. Hera whinnied to the stallion before loping over to the horse. She stopped just a couple feet away from the stallion. She lowered her head slightly and nickered, "Hey, you okay?"
Fable | Mare | Arabian | 10 Years | Herdless/Unclaimed | Heat Stage: 2 |
Tags: Open/None
Fable trotted over a nice big field of grass, tail raised and head held high. Her bay coat was so shiny underneath the sun. Fable has been so happy since she escaped her barn, she was no longer trapped in that horrid stall. Now, she has all the space in the world, and all the grass. Look at all this grass! She's never seen so much grass in one place. Fable stopped and sniffed the air, raising her upper lip to help. She could smell a lake not too far away, she'll head over there for a drink soon, and hey, maybe she'll even find some other horses. But first, she was going to go eat this wonderful lush patch of grass she just spotted.