x. haunted love

Her dark lips twisted against the soft blade of grass that she ripped from the earthen floor. She was fairly starved, a hunger she had never experience when her mother had lived. Her elegant limbs held her in place, her body wriggling from side to side as though she were listening to music and dancing. She was simply so excited to have food. To have sustenance that would ease the hunger pangs. It was hard constantly trying to avoid others, as though they were the plague. She had no experience where contact outside of her small family had been concerned. Her delicate ears twitched finely atop her skull, and she stilled her body. Her green eyes flickered upward, skittering over the lands for a moment, before she ripped a few more blades and swallowed the ones she'd already chewed.

Unbeknownst to her, her scent was currently drifting on the breeze, distinct and unknown to the land she was in. She wasn't quite in heat, but she didn't know that pre-season heat would tell a stallion of a mare that had yet to ever breed and would be coming into her first season within the year. Her mother had never thought to warn her of such things, her single minded goal to keep Delilah sheltered from the world. Her nostrils twitched and she lifted her a skull, just now thinking to test the air around her for others. She smelled their scents, one in particular alerting her to the strong presence of a male. Her hunger roared at her belly, telling her to stay where she was and fill up before she took cover. Her instinct warred with that, demanding she spur her slender limbs into action and take cover immediately.

Tilting her skull, she sidled toward the cover of a few small bushes, her small skull peering over them as she munched on the remains of her meal. After a moment, her hunger won, and she lowered her head to graze. What would she do if that scent grew stronger? She was too weak to run very far, and she doubted she could defend herself against a thread. Despite a strongly elevated heartbeat, she remained where she was, hungrily ripping blades and peering around like a frightened lamb. Her pelt twitched and shivered with the nervousness the filled her, and she found it hard to focus on her meal, despite the obvious need. Her tail flickered, tossing her scent more fully into the air. Had she known any better, she wouldn't have done such a thing. It was quite sad how ill-known the workings of the season and a mare's cycle were to her. Her green eyes were filled with worry, her lips smacking against the juicy blades with almost little care for the hunger that tore at her belly.

ooc; Craptastic but it shall get better! She's very very new for me, as you know!