Thunder Strikes

The sweet taste of lush vegetation greeted the woman's lips, soaking her tongue and easing the ache she felt within her abdomen. It was everything the female could have hoped for, but just because the mare was relieved to finally have food in her belly, it didn't mean she was completely oblivious to the world around her. While filling her stomach with as much grazing ground as she could muster, Kamilah would often find herself lifting her head to scan the surrounded areas, her ears always on alert for any sign of danger. It was an unfamiliar action to the exiled queen, as her previous herd would graze in shifts; half the herd feasting while the other half constantly remained on guard. It was a much safer back then, back when she had the numbers to hide behind. Out on her own for the first time, would force the roam woman to adapt to the loner lifestyle. To constantly be on guard.. and to always be afraid. A whispering came on the back of a soft breeze, bringing the mumbled words of far off creatures. Alarmed, the mare picked her head up once more, turning in the direction of the breeze, letting the scents fill her nostrils and her hair to be swept from her eyes.

Not far from her, just above a small knoll, stood a stallion coated in gold with black tendrils licking across his frame. Curious as she was, Kamilah tilted her head to the side, wondering if the voices she had heard came from this male. Perhaps he has a herd for me to join? The possibility was too enormous to pass by, and so the woman turned her frame to face him, letting herself take a few slow steps in his direction before coming to a halt. "Excuse me, are you here to stare or are you here to speak?" Perhaps not her friendliest greeting, but she would offer a small grin on her lips as a consolation. When she approached, something could be seen on the back of the stallion, a creature of some strange nature, and the women would bob her head in it's direction. "Do you know you have a stowaway?" It was fairly large, probably a know pest for the buskin male, but nevertheless she would offer the comment, curious as to just what she was looking at. After all, who ever heard of creature riding a horse?