Post by BAKAIR on Aug 19, 2011 13:10:54 GMT -8
B A K A I R
A snort broke the silence of this desolate place. A mare, toned natural in all appearances, was slowly snaking her way into the hollow. It was a haunting silence that encased the mare as she made her way toward another unknown location. Unknown, for she had no real knowledge of what lay ahead. This entire place was one big mystery. The knocking of hooves against hard dirt was the only sound that followed her trail, and little sprays of dirt were kicked behind her with each flip of her heels. Though alone and completely vulnerable (at least one would think), Bakair held herself calm as she pressed onward. Her snow-dipped face turned slowly as she scanned the area around her. Fall was fast approaching. It was obviously by the scattered leaves on Nature's floor, which tumbled with quiet crackling with each tiny breeze that floated by. The trees, once green and prime in their season, were beginning to brown. Their massive forms were shrinking with every leaf that dropped from their branches. All but the pines and other various evergreens were losing their richness. Bakair examined this with supreme interest. It wouldn't be too long until the snows arrived. She thoroughly enjoyed the snow, rain, and anything else precipitation related. But as of now, the temperature was still hot. The end fringes of summertime were not to be taken lightly. As if called to prove a point, little beads of sweat began collecting at her flank. Her neck, too, was beginning to turn wet by its own collection as her sticky mane enclosed extra heat against her skin. The mare scowled fiercely at this find, but she continued on as if completely unaware of her fading energy. She would not fall still to the first signs of her exhaustion.
After a few minutes, the mare found shelter in a tree. She noticed, with much curiosity, that the tree was particularly massive. Its insides, which could be accessed by a slit in its bark, were roomy enough to make residence if she so desired. She tilted her head, cautiously approaching it as if she were unsure as to if it were already occupied. She hadn't seen any other equine since arriving to this particular part of the world, so she would be utterly surprised to be confronted here, but that did not go to say there wasn't another being already being comfortably housed in this cozy little tree. She waited a little longer before she summed up her hesitation. With quick, lengthy strides, she made her way to the tree, pressing her muzzle to its bark once she was in reaching distance. With a deep breath, she examined its scent. It smelled fresh and comprised of nature and other various ingredients - at least of what she could make out. She was no excellent sniffer. Her eyes rolled as she took one last sample, then she eagerly withdrew her nose from the harsh surface, wrinkling it generously to evade her skin of its irritation. There was no scent of equine here. This satisfied her, and she quickly moved toward the entrance of the tree. She had no idea whether or not the tree was actually hollow throughout its inside. With a quick peak of her head, however, she confirmed her hypothesis correct. It took a good squeeze, but she managed to make it inside with nothing more than a few scratches to her sides. It was dark and quiet, which pleased her. It would be a perfect retreat until she had time to make other arrangements. After all, she only had herself to look after, and this was more than decent.
After a long while of examining the walls and other aspects of her new 'home', Bakair turned to stare at the entrance. It was bright with the last light of dusk. The colors shining through were oranges and pinks, among various other shades. It was growing dark as well, which seemed to spike her instincts. Darkness was a frightening time for most, especially when alone in situations such as these. For all she knew, she was the only one for miles. Though she would have liked to have seen the company of others, she didn't mind the solitude. In fact, she welcomed it somewhat. She liked the thinking space. Her eyes watched the entrance of her little tree home as the colors fell to a flatter shade of gray, then finally to black as the darkness settled in upon the world. Now she would explore. Bakair moved slowly toward the opening, squeezing herself gently through. Pieces of bark fell and splintered from their edges, falling to the ground in quick, quiet thuds. She ignored them, continuing to push her body through the opening and eventually making it through. A few more nicks and scratches littered her skin, but nothing serious or even noticeable, for that matter. With the black in full force, Bakair walked slowly through the winding maze of trees. Her eyes were fixed in front of her, but her peripheral vision was searching her surroundings for any movement that couldn't be explained by a breeze. She wasn't frightened, but she was alert. Harks swiveled atop her crown, searching for any sound ranging from footsteps to breathing. Her heart raced with her adrenaline rush. She was simply thrilled to be able to actually enjoy herself for once. With the last heat rays from the sun fading in the blackness, a calm night approached. With eager eyes, she watched for any sign of company along these many walls of trees in this wood.
ooc: kinda bad. sorry. >.<