She had been here once before. It was when she was still with her mother. At that time the ground had a blanket of snow, the river was iced over, and she had a fluffy winter coat to fight the cold. The moment here will forever be integrated into her memory. Her mother stood by the river bed, staring south for a while. The expression she showed was hostile and cold, something Promise never saw on her mother before. When she finally spoke it was a warning. "Be Wary towards the southern territories. Nothing but spiteful equine who cause more trouble than good. Never go past these mountains." Promise never did.
Promise inhaled, her nostrils flared as she tested the area for unknown smells. Smelling nothing out of the ordinary, Promise tentatively stepped out in full view. A few trees that once hide her figure were now behind her as she continued forward. Her ears on top of her skull moved wildly straining to hear the slightest sounds of movement. Being out in the open like this wasn't good for her fluttering heart. Picking up the pace, she trotted to the banks. She sunk a little due to the loose sand and her heavyweight. She wasn't bothered by the slightest. Bowing her head Promise took a few gulps relieved.
Droplets of water rolled down her chin and splashed on the ground underneath her. Raising her head, the mare scan the area. Still, nothing was present besides herself. Satisfied, she pushes herself back onto more suitable ground eager to get some grazing done for the day before anything drastic happens. She arched her neck out, brushing the blades of grass with the tip of her muzzle. Nibbling around for the sweet tasty ones, she finally pulled back yanking the weeds, roots and all. Grinding down the weeds in between her teeth, Promise started to relax a little. Her tensed muscles started to loosen up. Her ears, which were previously pinned back, lifted curiously as she ate. She hadn't noticed before that she was starving. With the sun on her back and her stomach keeping her busy, Promise munched on the land before her.
Kitrasfel | 362 words | Aah sorry for the terrible start, pretty rusty. hopefully, I get better xD
Kit did not, categorically, move around when the sun was at its zenith. This close to the borderlands the sun was hot, unforgiving, and he'd taken up an almost-Southerner way of going through his day - wake up, patrol, graze, relax during midday, then graze again when the sun was touching the horizon. However, every once in awhile, someone came along to break up the routine. Something he was equally thankful and irritated by, as much of a contradiction as it was.
After all, though he was stronger than a large majority of his Northern kin, Kit still knew how to appreciate the sparse scattering of trees and water among his territory. However, he also acknowledged and accepted the responsibility of defending said territory - after all, he would someday have a herd to protect. Until then, he would protect himself, and gladly so. So when he caught the fresh scent of a mare on his territory, he moved off to do his due diligence, pale eyes scanning his ever-familiar territory for an unfamiliar figure.
She wasn't hard to find. Though she somewhat blended with the background, Kit knew his territory from hundreds of dogged hours spent patrolling a border that hadn't yet met challenge. She was near the river, as an interloper was most likely to be, but he didn't approach with any particular threat or challenge. Instead he walked through the shallow depths coolly, leisurely, water still running down his legs as he approached the white-painted mare. Welcome to Faded Shadows, he said without aggression but only minimally welcoming, as he was as yet unsure of her intentions. Likely just a layover, which was generally permitted. However, he made it his business to know who was traveling his land, and this pretty thing was no different.