Warhorse

*Obsidian* · 07-19-2013, 06:02 PM

Obsidian

Obsidian grazed peacefully in one of the many meadows that made up the Territory of Valhalla, tail swishing lightly to brush away the flies that were just another part of living in the wild, and being a horse. Flies just seemed to flock to an equine, unless some kind of spray was misted over their coat, and she hadn?t had any of that stuff sprayed on her coat since she?d gotten loose and ended up leaving domestication behind. A blade of grass tickled her nose, and she snorted, rubbing her nose across the ground, while a hind leg stamped to remove a fly.

?Little pests.? Soft, feminine tones grumbled through a mouthful of grass, as another absentminded step took her muzzle to a new patch of ungrazed blades. Tail flicked across her hind legs, sweeping the flies away, before she raised her head, ears flicking, temples dancing as she chewed thoughtfully, gazing around the meadow. Other prey animals, used to the mare?s presence, grazed a ways off to her left. The hide on her shoulder twitched as a fly crawled over, seeking a place to bite. Her tail flicked forward, it?s length making reaching her shoulder easy. The satisfying sting of the hair lashing across her skin followed, and the tickling of fly feet stopped. And she didn?t hear a buzz afterward. Bullseye. One less pesky biting pest.

Obsidian drew a long breath, shuddering on the exhaled sigh, before her head lowered for another mouthful. She?d felt amazing when she?d helped fight off that grey male with Corrie and Erani. So alive! It was different from training with Cormalin. That was merely fun. This? This was what she had been born for. What would he dam think of her. A warrior horse among wolves. But then again, hadn?t her sire?s breed come from breeds that had once carried human warriors into battles? An array of breeds that had been warriors themselves.

She was a warhorse. It was in her blood after all.

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