by Taxidea » Thu Feb 10, 2022 2:39 pm
Owner: Taxidea
Show Name: Eureka's Razzle Dazzle Me
Barn Name: Flynn
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.1hh
Halter: Pale Yellow
Prompt: Flynn first saw the mare he knew would be his mate out of the corner of his eye as he gallop across a field. She was grazing some ways off, and, honestly, all Flynn could really see was the way the sun glistened on her tail as she swished it lazily. But he knew in that very instant that she was the love of his life. Now, Flynn being Flynn, he kept galloping right on by, instantly convinced that, despite her facing away from him, she was as focused on his every move as he now was on hers. Once he was convinced that he had gotten far enough away, he slowed to a walk. Approaching a gentle stream, Flynn peered at his reflection, tossing his mane back and forth until it lay just right. Then, doing his best to appear nonchalant, he turned around and pranced back out over the field, tail held high, neck arched, ears pricked. Flynn did his best to look straight ahead, but he couldn't help his gaze drifting toward the still-grazing mare. He reached the other end of the field much too soon, but when he swung himself around with a graceful rear, he was dismayed to find that the mare hadn't so much as shifted in response to his display. Snorting, he high-stepped as close to her as he dared, still dazzled by the sheen of her coat, and blew air out of his nose. To his delight, the other horse swung her head toward him, and he caught a glance of one delicately pricked ear before she turned and took a few more steps away from him. Not to be deterred, Flynn oh-so-casually walked a wide circle until he knew he was directly in front of her, and turned.
He let out a soft, beckoning nicker to tell her how gorgeous she was, but the noise was cut short when he realized that there was nothing before him but empty field. Glancing around, he saw that she had moved all the way to the other side of the field. He huffed. This was the mare of his dreams, he just knew it, but she only seemed interested in grazing. Suddenly, Flynn had an idea. He galloped off toward a patch of sweet grass he had found a few days ago. He spun in circles, picking all the strands he could gather, and then made his way back to the field. He spotted the mare still where she had been before, picking at the ground. Cautiously and without any showiness, he made his way toward her. About ten feet away, he lowered his head to the ground and dropped the pile of sweet grass he had collected. He took a few steps backward and whinnied just loud enough to get her attention. At first, she didn't acknowledge him, but he watched as her nostrils took in the scent of the fresh stems, and she raised her head to gaze at him. He whinnied again, inviting her to the offered food by backing up farther. Slowly, she approached, one eye trained on Flynn all the while. When she reached the pile he had placed for her, she took a tentative nibble. Flynn held his breath. Finally, the mare lifted her head, chewing a mouthful of the sweet grass, and pricked her ears toward him. Flynn took a tentative step forward, and, when she didn't back away, he ventured closer and bent his head to take a few small bites of the stems just outside of the gifted sweet grass. The mare snorted playfully, and Flynn glanced up to meet her eyes as she pushed some of the sweet grass toward where he grazed. Flynn was so nervous he couldn't move, but the mare closed the distance between them and touched her nose to his. Flynn inhaled her wonderful scent and let out a quiet squeal of delight. The mare nickered back at him, and Flynn felt his whole body melting. The mare reached up and gently bit Flynn's ear, tugging him back toward the sweet grass pile. There they stayed, sharing their first meal, and Flynn knew he had found the mare for him.
