A Twist// Manar

[Twisted Intentions™]

It was a beautiful morning here at Wayview Valley and the whole herd was enjoying the cold due and the crisp morning air. But one filly had decided she'd rather be away from the herd today.
Manar walked along the edge of the stream, taking in the crisp mountain air that had come down last night. She felt more alive as she took her breathes and let out a long smokelike steam ball from her nostrils. Her ears were at a perked position as she listened for any movements, but all she heard this morning was a couple of chipmunks running across the half frozen leaves, grumpleing them as they bounded off and that beautiful sound of the flowing stream she walked beside. It's water could and untouched, yet it still gave off a steam and the entire meadow was covered in a light fog that had already started lifting. Withing minutes it would be gone, but her spirit burnt ever so brightly as she breathed, continuesly leaving a cloud of air that was warmed deep from within her lungs before she exhailed and the process started again.

[bruiser147]

A small shape walked along the rivers edge, the cold causing his breath to puff out in small white clouds. His emerald eyes were focused on the river as he walked, watching the thin sheet of ice that had frozen over the river start to melt as the sun came out. The sun shone onto his coat, making it sparkle and making his emerald green eyes seem to peirce your heart and read your soul. Animal was out, just enjoying the morning, and exploring his new home now that his family was together

[Twisted Intentions™]

The filly continued to walk along silently, just listening. Her body came to an abrupt stop as her head raised and she started looking around. Her ears flicked forward, backward and to the sides trying to find the noise again. It had sounded like another horse but she had to be sure. There were wolves, bears and cougars that could easily be out and looking for a snack. She could and would take care of herself but their preditiory instinct was based on ambush, so she had to find the noise to be prepared. Last year a colt about her age was out alone and was attacked by a cougar from behind as he was eating the sweet sage grass that grew lushisly throughout this area. Not ecxpecting the cougar, he was easily brought down from behind and killed... His remains still lingered in the cougar's cave that was about 2 miles away.
Her eyes suddenly glanced upon a figure and she sighed in releif fore it was only another horse. She could only see an outline but that was good enough for her.
Her hooves started to move again slowly as she had once done before, and was still fallowing the little stream. She soon stopped and placed her hoof on the ice and pushed it threw, creating a hole just big enough for her to get a drink. Her muzzle fit perfectly and her body gave a quick shiver as the icy water slid down her throat and into her stomach, before warming up.