At the edge of the woods

[maxkhaos]

Along the edges of the trees, just before the expanse of grasslands and the river with in, a stranger to these lands was making her way along the edge of the trees, where the growth was thicker, protecting the woods from the sight of those in the grasses.

It was a gorgious day, the midday sun warming the dry grounds and the slightly swaying leaves and grass. It was warm, but not overbaring, perfect for travel or anything that involved moving. The soft beats of a mature mare were the only sounds beyond the chirping of the insects and the rustle of the plants.

Her pace was not hurried, for she could sense no danger in this area. Though everything was unfamiliar she had been alive long enough to understand things and read the world around her. Pausing she lifted her head, ears swiveling forward listening carefully. Nostrils flaring for a moments she tested the breeze for any sign of her own kind.

It had been a decent journey since her own herd had been raided and split up. That had not been the first time she'd been forced to find a new group of mares and a stallion, and probably wouldn't be the last in her life time. So for now she was searching...

[thistle]

In a forest, congested with snarls and bracken, Thistle Padded along an unseen trail.
Where she was going wasn't of any importance though, for she was enjoying the excursion
far to much to care. While doing so she looked ahead of herself at the forest floor, and remembered how she loved the way the light played and danced with the trees, creating abstract shadows and figures of light. She also loved them becuase they often resembled her coat, she was bay with a slpash of white over her rump. Often she looked more wild than she really was, with her scraggley appearence and mixed breeding.

Though her lively steps slowed slightly when she thought about her father, and how terribly she missed him. Thistle had made an unbreakable bond with Tabor, after there unusually long time together. After her mother died Her father, Tabor, had taken care of Thistle till her third summer. Soon though after that winter following, He had told her it was time for him to go and find a herd.

But now a week later sThistle was faring well in the wild, but questioned why she hadn't yet seen a hooved counterpart. Nearing what looked like a break in the trees, possibly a clearing, Thistle sped up from her brisk jog to a bouncy lope excited to be out in the open fields agian.

[arora]

Not to far off where the sun did not shine a mare stood in the shadows.Her grey pelt and odd brown mane flew gently in the morning breeze.in the shade she sighed.She hadn't seen a horse in ages the loneliness was starting to get to her.

As she turned around she caught movement in the trees.She qickly turned back around and pranced out of the shadows.She was to ecited to see someone that she didn't care, whatever it was.