Thundering Mist

Mother Nature grasped our puny lives in the cup of her hands. Gently she blew over then, sending everything swaying to her beat. My tresses flew behind me like a banner as I raced back to this desolate terra.

My three beat rhythm brought me to the hill in no time. Time had healed my wounds, now all that was left was a nasty scar on my rump. On day I will play join the scars and see what pattern I get. My limbs had slowed down their movement, but they stretched out gracefully.

My puppeteer pulled many strings on me to bring me to a halt at the top where I could see that darkened shapes of those who resided here. I wonder if any would respond.

My call was plain and simple, I wanted that alpha to meet me.

Xanabar

as a strong, wonderful breeze whipped leaves, grasses, manes and tails, the alpha stallion stood tall, head high, enjoying the wind. Ziyadah heard Thundering Mist canter back into the large territory, and he twisted his head to watch her. the stallion studied her scar with no concern, then he answered the call. Ziyadah gave in to his eagerness to run. he headed to Thundering Mist at a steady gallop, and stopped a few feet away. his eyes spoke for him; what do you need?

Fauve

Fauve smiled, tenatively nuzzling the little fawn. She then got up slowly, not wanting to frighten her. "That is Thundering Mist. She's a little bit moody, but not cruel, really. Just don't make her mad. You're safe with me." And she began to walk slowly toward the others, turning around every once in a while to see that the fawn was keeping up. When she was withing hailing distance, she called out to them. "Ziyadah! Thundering Mist! We have a small guest. She seeks her mother. Have you seen her?"

*Fawn*

The young fawn follwed dotingly after Fauve, instantly seeing her as a protective, motherly figure. Her large eyes peered tenatively at the others, listening to the names being called and watching to see how they all reacted. This fawn was a white-lipped deer, normally not from these parts. But, because of humans, here she was.

The fawn nuzzled closer to Fauve, being rather intimidated by the large equines that she didn't know. But she still managed to squeak out some words, "Please help me find her."

Fauve

Seeing the little one's hesitation, bay mare smiled and nuzzled the little one encouragingly. She knew what it was to be frightened and all alone. And so she let her forleg nudge the fawn, allowing the contact to remain for her reassurance, while awaiting their answer.

Thundering Mist

No sooner had Xanabar answered my call another dropped in. My look shot towards the brute spoke more than what my body language did, does he ever come by himself? The female had seemed somewhat more relaxed in my presence that what she had before...what had changed?? She spoke of a guest, what kind of terra has 'guests'? They either what to join the herd, have the protection of it... not likely to get a lot from this one, or to run it...which they had better not because that was on my addenda.

I saw the puny mammal trailing behind... it was filed under the species of Deer, I believe they call the little ones fawns? Bah, who cares? My glance dismissed it as something that Mother Nature decides if it should live or not. I despised weaklings, as the rule goes... only the strongest survive.

My gaze went straight back to the beast. It was a bit demeaning to look up at him; I was tall... but god, not that tall. A regular giant in my books. My musical box worked it's magic as I spoke my thoughts.

"Do you have a currant Alpha fem? If not then I wish to be. If you do, point her out."

Xanabar

Ziyadah was distracted by Fauve's arrival. apparently she had a little guest. Ziyadah dipped his head in a small greeting. he listened to Fauve's words, and shook his head. "unfortunately, I haven't seen any deer around here. maybe a few lonely stags, but no distressed mothers. sorry." he gave the pair a sympathetic look, then excused himself. Ziyadah's attention went back to Thundering Mist. his ears tipped forward for her words. he wasn't ready for them. Ziyadah was surprised at Thundering Mist's words. he didn't have to think of his answer. "not to disappoint you, but I need to get some more mares and get to know everybody best before I decide on lead mare."

Fauve

Hearing the Head's words, she nodded, a gesture of thanks. Then she turned back to the fawn. "Can you remember where you last saw your mother? Can you take me there? Perhaps then we can find her for you." She really didn't believe that the doe would still be alive, but for the poor fawn's sake she kept her voice hopeful. And still, there was always the chance...

*Fawn*

She pressed even closer to Fauve, still trying to get accustomed to these large equines. The mare's words distracted her from the fears for the moment and her little tail flickered again, "I think it was... that way!" she announced, looking to the east a ways. It was in an area filled with small hills and thick undergrowth that she lost her mother.

Fauve

Dappled mare smiled and nudged the fawn encouragingly. "Alright then, stay close. See if you can show me where you saw your mother last."

Thundering Mist

The interruption that that pathetic creature was causing was growing on my nerves. I but spared it a glance and saw its hopeful orbs gleaming at Fauve. 'Bah humbug'.

My gaze returned to Xanabar as his words drifted over me. Disappoint me? As if. Before you pick??? What kind of world do you live in? I was always brought up knowing that it was the mare's themselves that got the position of power... not through the stallions favouritism.

My snort showed how much I thought of your idea. I mean, who died and made you king?

"Well your not going to get mares standing around here. Go and sneak some, or even challenge for them."

I mentally rolled my eyes. It must be the medieval era here.

*Fawn*

The fawn's large, dark eyes flickered to Thundering Mist and she hunkered down slightly under the not-so-kind feeling she could sense from the mare still. Once again though, her attentions snapped dotingly to Fauve and she nodded, "I'll try." The young fawn stepped gingerly past the other equines and headed towards the area she previously mentioned.

Her wide gaze looked left and right and her small body froze or started at any unfamiliar noise or scent. But finally she managed to stumble across the general area where her mother had fled, distracting the dogs and humans from her fawn. "This is it." the youngster whispered faintly, sniffing delicately at the foliage and air. The scent of blood was upon the ground, hinting of the doe's fate. But the fawn was oblivious to this sign and her spirits rose slightly. "Momma!" she called out, lifting her head and flicking her little tail again, "Momma!" She paused and waited hopefully for an answer that would never come.

Fauve

Though the fawn missed the stench of blood, Fauve, knowing it well, whickered a little, shying uncomforably as it entered her nares. The stench was strong: if the mother had left this place alive, she wouldn't have lived long. She sighed, not really wanting to tell the fawn, but not about to tell her that they were going to find her mama. Finally, the dappled mare spoke with great reluctance, and her voice was soft and reverent. "Little one, I do not think we will find her."

*Fawn*

The fawn turned her large, dark eyes to Fauve, trembling once again but unable to speak this time. Though she was young, she understood what probably happened. Dismally, the little creature returned to the mare's side and drooped her head down, pressing herself against Fauve's hind limb, like a security blanket.

Fauve

The mare allowed the contact, and nuzzled the little fawn, knowing what it was to lose a parent. Her throat constricted with memories, and she could not speak, only stayed beside the fawn.