Post by Sigauni on Mar 27, 2013 11:56:13 GMT -5
Sigauni was no stranger to finding new areas. She even had a routine upon stumbling upon one, most of which involved a lot of cautious steps, ears non-stop spinning around to catch every last sound and eyes peeled on more than just the grass. Only after a while did she relax enough to actually lower her head, grey-white strands of hair falling in front of her eyes, almost obscuring her sight - if not for the fact that this was an ongoing problem she had long since grown used to.
Besides, right now, it didn't matter. Local wildlife had made itself at home; rabbits frolicking around, butterflies dancing from flower to flower, bees buzzing wildly. Life could be good here, she thought. It was worth hanging out for a bit. Why not, after all? She had nowhere to be, no one to miss her. Not anymore.
She kicked out with a hindleg, getting rid of frustrations before taking off in a spontaneous canter, kicking her heels up twice more in a display of joy before she skidded to a halt, rose-y nose almost touching the ground as she loudly snorted at the fat frog trying to stare her down. Carefully, she gave him a soft nudge with her nose, wrinkling it when she felt the cool slimy-ness of the frog's skin before repeating the gesture, giving an elated neigh when the frog leaped away - but not far enough. The sabino mare effortlessly followed the frog around the rocky 'beach' of the small creek, almost too involved in her little game to keep track of her surroundings. Almost. Following the frog, she followed him out onto the meadow a bit further before rapidly turning around, ears flat in her neck, hindquarters squarely under her body ready for fight or flight. Proverbial flight, anyway.
Besides, right now, it didn't matter. Local wildlife had made itself at home; rabbits frolicking around, butterflies dancing from flower to flower, bees buzzing wildly. Life could be good here, she thought. It was worth hanging out for a bit. Why not, after all? She had nowhere to be, no one to miss her. Not anymore.
She kicked out with a hindleg, getting rid of frustrations before taking off in a spontaneous canter, kicking her heels up twice more in a display of joy before she skidded to a halt, rose-y nose almost touching the ground as she loudly snorted at the fat frog trying to stare her down. Carefully, she gave him a soft nudge with her nose, wrinkling it when she felt the cool slimy-ness of the frog's skin before repeating the gesture, giving an elated neigh when the frog leaped away - but not far enough. The sabino mare effortlessly followed the frog around the rocky 'beach' of the small creek, almost too involved in her little game to keep track of her surroundings. Almost. Following the frog, she followed him out onto the meadow a bit further before rapidly turning around, ears flat in her neck, hindquarters squarely under her body ready for fight or flight. Proverbial flight, anyway.