A Good Bucking Day For Exploring!
04-24-2014, 04:19 PM
Obsidian |
Obsidian was having a very nice dream involving a certain large warhorse. A very very nice dream. All those powerful muscles. So it was no surprise that her young charge managed to sneak away from her while she was out. Galloping through beachside water, two sets of hooves thundering through the raring surf.. Damn, but he was a hunk. A long satisfied snort escaped her nostrils, and possibly a name. She hadn?t had a filly crush this bad since her show days. But alas, all good dreams must come to an end. And hers came to an end with a bump. A big cat pounced in front of her, crushing a foal to the ground under it?s weight. Rikku! The mare?s head shot up with a snarled snort, eyes popping open, dazedly darting around until they fell upon the empty space of grass, where a certain scamp of a foal had been asleep. Obsidian was wide awake now. Rikku? Where was she? A flash of memory from the end of the dream crossed her mind. A big cat?s sinewy form slinking toward her. ?Rikku!? No, no, no. That would not do! Desperately, her nostrils flared, catching the wind, and she caught a wisp of the filly?s scent, and charged toward it. They were in Valhallan territory. Valhalla knew not to attack her but a foal? Erani?s scent mingled in the scent trail, and her wild charge slowed to a trot. Erani would never attack a creature that resembled herself, especially a young one. She knew Obsidian?s sadness at the possibility of being the only one left. The white Alpha Primary turned her head to look at Obsidian, but Obsidian had eyes only for the foal charging about the plains. Alive. And playing. The little scamp. Obsidian let out a long sigh of both relief and exasperation. Erani?s words caught her attention, and that reminded her that she had a favor to ask. ?And I?m glad I?m not. But she won?t grow strong. I think she?d only a few days old, and her dam vanished. She needs milk. I know you know plants that can start a female?s milk? Can you do that for me?? The mare?s lyrical voice was pleading. |