The First Chapter In The Life Of A Mocking Bird

[A Mocking Bird]

A Mocking Bird. That’s what they called her, actually, they mocked her. It got on her nerves greatly. She flung her nearly ebony mane and it danced on her neck as she moved at the speed of a normal trot. Her hooves hit the ground lightly and she tried at all costs to keep from throwing her weight around, seeming as feminine as possible. A moon shaped star set sqaurly between her eyes was visible as the forelock swayed. Her mane was the least bit matted and her tail was so short it appeared to be cut. A short 4 year old. That ‘twas all she was, though her body deceived it. An illusion, like her spirit. All an illusion.

Inside her mind was the constant nagging that she needed to be claimed. True, it wasn’t safe in the open, where all of the forcers lay. It wasn’t safe without the protection of the herd. Dangers were around each and every corner, waiting to strike at her nearly ebony coat. Wolves, cougars, and such things were lurking in the shadows along with the occasional snake. Their bites, deadly as sin itself.

Not that she was a religious horse, really, she was but a horse, she was small minded in her own way and didn’t understand religions, or the separations among groups in other lands. Darqs, Lytes, and neutrals, when did the madness end. Bird made her home here, away from the religion predjudice. She slowed her pace, almost a human made half halt was what she used. Then stopping all together, pulling her rear under her as to exicute a sliding stop on the firmish ground. Not at all lady like, but right now she didn’t care. As it has been said before, she was but a short 4 year old, and was not ready to become a lady, quite yet.

[Lord Sukru]

A slow but steady rhythm sounded as Sukru trotted into the lands. True, he wasn't expecting to find any mares today but it didn't hurt to look. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spied movement. It looked like a horse sliding to a stop or falling. He turned to look and saw a young mare standing there. He tilted his head slightly and walked over. He snorted softly to announce his presence and waited for her to notice him. His tail flicked this way and that, punishing the flies that chose to bite his flanks.

((The shortness eats my soul...>.<))

[A Mocking Bird]

Bird turned her head at an angle as too see him better through her equine eyes. Her almost black pelt flinched as the flies landed on her, attempting to bring blood to her hide. Her tail flicked also, though not as much, or as hard as the buckskin stud in front of her. Bird had just turned of age to enter a herd, and waited for this one to claim her.
She chose not to speak her name, that would have been a bad mistake. She chose not to say a word. Perhaps she was mute, or perhapse she was shy. Or perhaps, just maybe, she was clever.

Bird watches him with a sharp eye, waiting for him to make his move so she could run, or pounce. A fight or flight reflex as in all wild or tame beings that happen to be equine. Her muscles are tensed and her hooves are planted in to the dirt, ready to move. She didn't much trusts studs, they were tricky, cunning, and sometimes, desperate. Just like her.
(Its ok, i dont have much muse either.)

[Lord Sukru]

Sukru smiled slightly when she turned to face him and then his smile shrank as he saw her tense up. He sighed softly and bowed his head. "Greeting, miss," he began, lifting his head again and looking at her. "I am Lord Sukru, lead stallion of the Shamrock herd," he told her. "And what might I call you?" he asked. Manners never hurt anybody and, in this case, it might help. If he went all dominant-stallion-you're-coming-with-me-now on her, he would surely scare her off. He recalled a lesson that his father once taught him before he ran away. Always be courteous to strangers who have shown you no aggression. You may make more friends this way, a soft way to look at life, but useful nonetheless. He pulled himself from his memories of the past and looked to the mare, hoping he hadn't missed her reply. His buckskin pelt twitched whenever he felt a fly land on or bite him where his tail couldn't reach. He noticed her twitching her pelt in the same way and suddenly realized why he loved wintertime: snow and no flies.

[A Mocking Bird]

Bird on the other hand, hated winter, hated summer, loved fall, hated spring. Fall was where flies died off, at least, they left her alone. Summer was too hot, winter was cold and dangerous, food was scarce. Spring was muddy,slippery, and the weather was random.

Bird lowered her head in a bow. "Mister." she said just acnologing his existance. "Bird, Mocking Bird to be more percise." she continued, but she seemed distant. Her eyes gazed off behind him, though really, she was looking at nothing, just thinking of her name and all that it ment. Her past, her future and everthing in between.

"I am lead of myself, and me, and those voices in my head that dont often listen." She said, if she were human she would have smiled, but she was equine, and that wasn't possible. This stallion was being resonable enough. She thought about it, her muscles relaxed, but only a fraction.

[Lord Sukru]

His eyes twinkled in amusement at her comment. "Is that so, Bird?" he asked, testing out her name. He quickly glanced behind him to make sure there was nothing there and assumed that she was simply staring into space. He waited for a moment, leaving her to her thoughts and proceeded. "Tell me, how would you like to join my herd? True, there aren't many-well, any other horses in it currently, but I hope that will change soon," he stated. He watched her with a trace of hopefulness in his expression. He quickly masked it however. He knew the request would probably seem sudden, but he was never good at small talk. He came here for a reason and he didn't see any reason to stall with idle conversation. He snorted slightly as a fly landed near his nostrils and shook his head, clearing his mane from the cursed insects. He looked back to Bird, watching her face and waiting for her answer.