Small World

[Moof]

MOORE

He trotted forward, forever forward, at a leisurely pace. The dark stallion made his way through the hills which became rolling mountains and craggy trails. Moore, a lean creature, made quick work of the landscape and soon found himself atop a ledge overlooking the lush forest below. He flicked his ebony tail lazily, enjoying the sun on his skin. He let out a thunderous bellow much like a wolf calling for its kin or howling in the moonlight. It echoed off the cliff and through the vast wilderness. A smug look crossed the stallions face and he knew his call would be answered.

The journey to new lands had been long but his curiosity fueled him. What Moore had heard about this place sounded like fantasy. Every so often, he would see a trail of hoof prints and knew he was getting closer. Moore was not sure what he would find but he was eager to investigate. Other horses perhaps? Or monsters? Either way he was not afraid and plundered boldly on.

[Byrdie]

❦ ❦ ❦

Ananzi skulked through the winding trellis of branches, bored with the general scene that led up to the bounty of an open clearing, the sound of a brook tripping over stones nearby. Her threatening form drifted over the cold earth as her Carnelian gaze traveled towards the horizon, a gentle glow from the sun peaking through the clouds as it set deeper into the sky like a cradle. Freezing rain had come and go all day and for the most part, Nanzi could ignore the chilly droplets that hit her pink and purple painted back but alas, towards the afternoon hours the monotonous drops began to irritate her. She faded in and out of her coherency as she wandered, listless.

Today was a day like any other, dull and uneventful. She watched the rain splash into the stream before her feet. She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined what the heat of the water would feel like come spring. She was weary of winter. It made her partial-reptilian blood run abnormally cold. She moved slower in the cooler months. The urge to hunt was always ever present however, and it was tough this time of year to find anything of value to prey upon. Her tongue rolled over her knife-life teeth, leaving them wet with a venomous glint.

And just when Nanzi thought she would go through another day with nothing to relish in, her eyes darted across the clearing. There stood a stallion she had never seen before. He was smaller than she, by then again, most were. Her bulky frame rippled at the thought of an interaction with another. It had been weeks since last she saw someone walking through her lands. She was beginning to ask herself what she was truly a queen of.

Ananzi stood proud, straightening her shoulders from the slant of boredom and made her approach in obvious fashion. Not wanting to seem too eager, her ears were half-cocked against her skull as her red-orange eyes glowed with intent. The stallion did not look to be a threat. But she was still the ruler of these territories and would make this stranger aware of it. She felt the rain pick up as it began to fall a bit more steady. The droplets laughed through the icy ripples of the creek. When Ananzi was just feet from the brute, she stopped, as if awaiting him to acknowledge her first. And at the last minute, she spoke. ”Hello. Who are you?” Her tone was friendly enough had it come from a normal unassuming mare but, coming from her, a beast of a female with dragon’s spikes shooting down her back, it could have likely been interpreted as a wolf’s wooing to a rabbit beneath it’s clawed foot, preparing it to die.

OOC: This image is her as a yearling. Her bottom teeth are much larger now and she is far less innocent in appearance with age. Lol

❦ ❦ ❦