Post by Riot on Mar 24, 2006 0:49:10 GMT -5
Jazz had always been a bit of a loner. Not for harsh any reason, really, other than she liked her solitude. She liked to think, pondering the meaning of life and whatnot. Could hardly do that a mass of horses, or in the middle of the overthrow of her old herd leaders by two dark horses. She had tried to stay, tried to understand their new laws and ideas but just couldn't wrap her head around the 'dark' ways. How could anyone live that way? She didn't understand, hence her departure from the lands to the west of these.
As a herd mare all her life, Jazz knew little of the life outside of herds. A creature of habit, the Arabian had decided it might be better if she didn't find out (well, she was new to the place) and instead, had found her way to the claiming grounds. Or what she thought they were, though the smell of mares and stallions was pretty much a giveaway.
The bay mare, seeing nobody around when she entered, couldn't help but feel a slight sense of anxiety. What if this was the wrong place, how long would she stay out here? What if a...dark...came? Deciding, however, she was just being silly, she walked a few paces to the centre of the field and, like any waiting mare, promptly began grazing.
As a herd mare all her life, Jazz knew little of the life outside of herds. A creature of habit, the Arabian had decided it might be better if she didn't find out (well, she was new to the place) and instead, had found her way to the claiming grounds. Or what she thought they were, though the smell of mares and stallions was pretty much a giveaway.
The bay mare, seeing nobody around when she entered, couldn't help but feel a slight sense of anxiety. What if this was the wrong place, how long would she stay out here? What if a...dark...came? Deciding, however, she was just being silly, she walked a few paces to the centre of the field and, like any waiting mare, promptly began grazing.
