So Wonderful to be Free (OPEN)

[dragonqeen1010]

Spring had finally broken the back of winter bringing color to the word once more. Warmth drove away the cold of snow, and brought quenching rain to the soil causing green and life to shoot up from every possible free space that something could grow in. Trees re-grew their leaves, the winters dead grass fell so new green sprouts could replace them for the New Year’s growth. It was still cold in the mornings but afternoons were very warm but then when the sun fell as would the temperatures just as any spring.

Morning sun washed over Flaxen Meadow and Hayda the young buckskin mare. She had been sleeping in a comfortable depression in the tall grass with her legs folded neatly under her with her head hung. When the warm sun hit her light tan hide it slowly awoke her. Raising her head to look over the grass she looks around in a daze taking a moment to completely awake. In the new bright sunlight the dandelions of the meadows glowed as they too awoke to soak in the suns great light. Pulling back her lips the buckskin mare gave a great big yawn showing her big white teeth then slowly unfolded her front legs to sit with her back legs folded and her front legs strait out sitting in a comical position that looked much like the sitting of a dog.

Hefting herself up Hayda became aware that her skin was chilled and her coat wet with dew. Spreading her legs to sturdy herself and bowing her head she shook from nose to the tip of her tail spraying the already dew wet grass with even more water. Right after her shake she feels a spurt of energy and lets out a whinnying laugh as she jumps forward crow hopping and kicking her back legs out in play as she ran forward prancing about the beautiful meadow, stretching out her legs and getting the blood flowing.

Blowing her nostrils as she breaths in the chilled morning air Hayda looks over the yellow covered meadow, her heart light with her carefree spirit. The yellow flowers look like yellow snow! She thought with amusement. Pushing on her front legs a few times she crow hops in amusement. It’s like spring snow! Flower snow! She laughed in a whinnied giggle.

With a sigh to calm herself the mare leaned her head down to breath in the sweet flowery sent of a dandelion. Looking at it a moment she then uses her lips to pull it into her mouth. Jerking her head up she bobs it in amusement as she chews up the flower. There pretty and taste yummy too!

At the song of a male robin Hayda lifted her head looking toward the trees. Seeing the red breasted bird singing she watches it. When it pauses Hayda fills her lungs expanding her sides then releases all the air in a laugh neigh sending that robin and many other birds taking to wind. Thinking there reaction funny she kicks and bucks playfully around the field till she tires of that activity to throw herself down on her side then roll onto her back kicking her long legs up into the air then just lays on her back a moment with her legs folded looking up at the morning grey sky. Nickering low deep in her throat she rolls over back onto her feet. Hungry she decides to spend more time in this place before moving on as she bends her head down and begins to graze on the sweet young grass.

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[atrb=background,http://www4.picturepush.com/photo/a/5331672/img/5331672.png] Another day, another damn day in this damn land with these damn animals. Those lofty damn birds and those springy damn deers. From the passing glares to the unabated sneers, they all lay heavily upon her conscience, pestering her mind and, even though she may hide it, their unwelcome attitude making self doubt and a degree of hurt flare up inside of her. To be honest, her feelings had taken quite the bruising, though she hid it well; masquerading as her usual fowl self. It was a weak feeling hurt was, it showed how utterly pitiful a creature was, especially in those few who let hurt engulf them like a water wave. Had they no shame? With a prolonged sigh, the feline moved amongst the flaxen sea, regardlessly trampling the green stems and their pale violet flowers. They made a delightful swoosh and a splitting crack, their stems snapping like little spines beneath her careless paws. Annoying vivid dandelions sprouted amongst the abundant greenery, their bright lions manes standing out like a light fighting some impending darkness. The animal herself was sleek and fine, her long legs delicately but surely balancing a slim and heavily dappled body; black smudges and spots decorating her coarse golden fur like a careless yet somewhat organized painting. A disease of white spread from her throat to her abdomen, hosting a festoon of small particles of dirt. Three thick long ebony lines coursed along her spine, dark and parallel as the strokes of an ink marker. Her round head was small, beholding a pair of high set warm golden eyes. A duo of black tear marks ran permanently from the inner of her eye to her jaws, as if the beast had been weeping ink in place of crystalline tears. The King Cheetah was much alike to a ballerina, in that she masked her strength with limitless grace and beauty. The beast's line of vision scanned the horizon back and forth, attention slightly straying to the flocks of birdlife that combed the milky clouds. Soon enough she caught sight of another mammal, it's appearance seeming almost deerlike, only that this particular 'deer' bore more muscle and body fat than any she had encountered before. A well-chiseled and sightly head rested upon on a long neck, sweeping into high withers and a deep chest. It's back seemed relatively short with a certain depth to it's hindquarters, it's four legs being lean and long. Another key feature to this beast was a long tail of thin hairs, and also the line of shorter fur that sprouted from the crest of it's thick neck. The chances that this mammal was a deer seemed unlikely, the favours being stacked more highly in the other direction. Maybe this animal was something closer to home, maybe even one of her very own wildebeest. Horns, though were was it's horns? The only thing that grew from it's defined head seemed to be a pair of alert ears - definitely no pointed horns. "How curious.." she purred, instinctively crouching low toward the ground. The broken and damaged flax rested against her underside, attaching wilted petals and grass debris to her light fur. She knew, oh how she knew, what laws and guidelines lay upon her - was blatantly aware of her diet..but there was no one around, and it was only a silly little mixbreed of species. It would hardly be missed, and anyway, with it's wriggling a kicking about the place, perhaps she'd actually do it a favour - put it out if it's demented misery. The cheetah literally quivered in anticipation, her keen gaze locking fixed and unmoving upon the mammal; watching every twitch of every muscle, every flow and pulse of blood beneath it's veins. She used the wind to her advantage; stalking slyly forward and using the winds breath among the stems to veil the sounds of her approach. character; tummywummywhatsherface words; 658 muse; I HAVE NO MUSE WHATSOEVER D; note; a bit rushed, i wanted to get something down :3 foxy x x

[dragonqeen1010]

Grazing on the sweet fresh grass, wind blowing over her Hayda couldn’t think of a better moment. Moving casually along it took her awhile to notice it but she felt uneasy. Picking up her head slowly she realized that something in the back of her mind was going off like an alarm. Call it a sixth sense call intuition call it what you will but Hayda knew someone was watching her and she knew something was wrong.

Head up and ears perked the mare looked around scanning the trees line as if expecting to see some monsters coming for her. Seeing nothing more than empty trees in forest she lifts her large head to the sky, unknowingly exposing her masculine neck to an approaching predator. ‘Birds… the birds are in the sky…’ She noted. Lowering her gaze and her head Hayda looked about once again. Seeing nothing she snorted and ever slightly shook her head at herself dismissing that warning signal as nothing.

Still flicking her tail in the anxiety she couldn’t shake she slowly moved away from where she stood with her head still down grazing on the grass hopping that if she moved shed feel better. Muscles tense and heart pounding Hayda again lifted her head to look around. Her muscles were tense as if ready to bolt and her ears and eyes alert. What she did not know is in moving she had moved herself with in twenty yards of the stalking hunter.

The winds shifted blowing into Hayda’s face and she jerked her head up her eyes going wide as the unmistakable sent of feline filled her setting off prey alarms to run in her mind. She hated predators detested them and feared them. She could speak their words and didn’t want to. The only thing she wanted to do with a predator was trample it. The sent was close and strong and it frightened the buckskin mare to her core. Scanning the grass she finally saw the feline. A tan/yellow cat with black spots and strips that was so odd Hayda froze.

She had no idea how to react to the cheetah. She had never seen one before and didn’t know what to do. Lions you ran from, she’d learned that on the planes, cougars you fought, dogs you fought, what to do with this thing? It was thin and didn’t look like much of a fighter more like a runner but Hayda didn’t know how long it could run or how fast. Dogs could run fast but they could run for hours. Lions could run fast but they were very strong. ‘Fight,’ Hayda decided quickly.

Her kind, horses, were fleers. They ran from danger but Hayda had traveled for a long time without the protection of a heard and knew that running didn’t always work. Putting her head down she stormed forward after the unusual cat with a determination to kick it at least once.



OOC; sorry its so short!

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[atrb=background,http://www4.picturepush.com/photo/a/5331672/img/5331672.png] such hoofed animals like this messy little mix match tended to flee at the slightest hint of insecurity, being as weak and skittish as they so truly were. So surprise could only be presumed upon the cheetah at this mammals act of defying instincts. The cheetahs set expectations of the creature shattered and diminished her arrogance and naivety by a fair few centimeters. It shouldn't have darted toward her like it did, sheer determination flashing in it's eyes. Perhaps if she were weaker hunter, a more untrained and unhoned one then she may have turned tail at this wild beast, but she never had, and never will be one to act a coward. She initiated this, it was only customary for her to finish it with all the gusto and strength she could muster. She readily employed the tricks of hunters everywhere - moving low in the grass, approaching from down-wind and using the gradual rises in the land to disguise her stealthy approach. her muscles coiled tense like a constricting serpent beneath her furred pelt, twitching in anticipation at the tempting prey before her. she was blatantly aware how wrong it was to abide by her natural diet, how wrong and unacceptable it would be to eat those silly little herbivores - but truly those annoying little inhabitants to the east and west were annoying her, she could feel their accusations and pure distaste in every haunting stare the graced her with. Now, she'd give them something to talk about, to judge her for, and to show that the southerner's weren't to be trifled with...no definitely not to be trifled with. with a sick, twisted little smile she leapt from her hiding place; springing into an awe worthy sprint, utilizing her speed and agility to bring down that lump of meat. this particular cheetah wasn't all sinful and atrocious, she did have a heart (truly, she did), but it just so happened to be engulfed beneath a thick layer of pride, angst and a hard exterior. it wasn't as if every day she openly broke the rules and decided to attack some helpless mammal; it happened that today all the experiences of her days in the joke that was the 'shared lands' decided to mount into a pressing accumulation atop her, initiating her to be more fowl and unreasonable than what was prevalent. she disregarded the obvious fighting spirit of this mammal, darting toward it at lightning speed. Her paws, rounder and harder then that of her brethren, darted among the greenery, ripping the shoots from their beds in the dark soil. With a flexible whip-like spine, a streamlined and narrow figure, and specialized muscles that allowed higher acceleration and a greater swing of limbs - there was no doubting she could easily out sprint this mammal. Her rudder like tail counteracted her body weight and steered to the left, flying past the four hoofed at one hundred and fifty breaths per minute. she twisted to a halt, lowering her front half and preparation to leap once more. where was the fun in just going in for the kill, when one could at least tempt her prey before devouring it. character; Tumai words; 531 muse; little muse note; rushhhedd, and i've no intention of eating her (; foxy x x

[dragonqeen1010]

Angry that this odd cat had snuck up so close to her and angry at herself that she hadn’t spotted it sooner Hayda turned toward the cat as it flew past her, she definitely wasn't going to give this thing her back. She was shocked by how fast it was. Nothing she had ever come across before could run like that and a pinch of fear entered her as she watched this thing run with such ease and grace so quickly.

Facing the king cheetah head down Hayda glared at it. She hated carnivores with a passion. All the horse knew was that they shred screaming animals with claws and cut into them with fangs. She didn’t understand that to live they had to kill and eat meat. To her they were evil creatures that had no heart. The buckskin mare had no idea that they cared, they loved, just as any other did.

Picking up her front legs showing her strength and her ability to crush the cat she stomped both forelegs down at the same time trampling the grass under her hooves. Swinging herself up she stands up towarding over the cheetah kicking her front hooves out at the cat and swinging her head, “GO AWAY!” She screamed in a high pitched and loud neigh. Standing there a moment kicking out showing her strength she then with power smashed her feet back into her ground grinding them into the soft wet soil.

“Nasty blood bringing claws and teeth,” She whinny’s lowering her head eyeing the cat, clawing at the ground with a hoof digging into the earth in aggravation. “All your kind do is kill and eat, you nasty killing demons.” She insults the cat in quite angry knickers knowing the thing probably couldn’t understand her and not caring. She had heard things speak her kinds worlds before but all she had ever heard them say were insults, nasty words only feeding her conclusion that they were demons who only wanted to kill.

Squaring off with the great king cheetah she waited to see what it would do. She didn’t know if it would run or fight but all she knew was that she wasn’t going to run. She had been here first, this was her spot for the day and she wasn’t easily going to give it up. In her wondering travels Hayda rarely got the chance to find such a relaxing place. The plains had had plenty of food bit little water in some places and plenty of waiting predators, the forest had plenty of water and not as many predators but everything was spread out and large places of grass were not as abundant as Hayda would have preferred. She had never gone to the cold north nor had the guts to set foot in the forbidden south but in her travels she had never found a comfortable place to call home nor found many friends. She knew she would be moving on within the day but she didn’t want to give up her relaxing place of sweet grass and calm for the last hours she might have it.




OOC; I know I know im sorry! I was sick with stomach flu and wanted to get something down but it kind of back fired into a crappy post with words I didn’t mean to put! ^^; so so sorry! I don’t mean anything against your character either! Hayda’s just got a fiery hate toward predators. She doesn’t understand them and doesn’t want to, well yet anyhow.

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[atrb=background,http://www4.picturepush.com/photo/a/5331672/img/5331672.png] the cheetah hadn't learned the tongue of much other languages, she wasn't a little know it all who wanted to speak every language, nor was she incredibly bright to even have the mental capacity to learn a few languages. Though, growing up in the south it was only natural to learn their languages and dialects, just as any other dedicated Southerner would, but it was blatant that the south was so sparsely populated, hence her knowledge of even their languages being slightly narrowed. From her lowered stance, she straightened gradually up to her full height; relaxing her tense muscles from their preparation to strike. The cheetah let free a low growl to permeate the air waves; the sound threatening and clearly laced with threat and impatience. In her own language, she replied to the mix species jumble of incoherent words, well, at least hoped she was replying. "who, are you?" she questioned with a hint of curiosity, biting back the temptation to ask exactly what she was. the cheetah wasn't sure if the mammal could understand her, though she highly doubted she could. what business would a herbivore have with cheetahs, let alone the desire to learn their language. with a sudden stroke of intelligence, the cheetah hazarded the same simple question in another language, this time that of the oryx, her words slow and pronounced with a great deal of care. "who are you?" she repeated - more in favor that the mammal would understand, if not grasp only a few mere words, of this language seeing as she beheld some of the physical characteristics of the oryx itself. they all had four legs, long dopey heads and ate grasses in pitiful excuse for food, so why shouldn't the two languages between whatever this creature was' language and the tongue of the oryx be so different? the arrogant cheetah now moved at a sauntering stroll, prowling in a circle around the other mammal in a way she hoped was threatening. size and height aside, the cheetah was not to be trifled with, her claws and pearly teeth were certainly not for show, and indeed they had witnessed their own taste of violence and bloodshed. character; Tumai words; 363 muse; decent note; insult my poor tumai to your hearts content, m'love ;3 and, this is an Oryx foxy x x

[dragonqeen1010]

Glaring at the cat she watched with keen eyes as the muscles beneath her hide relaxed and she moved from her striking position to a relaxed stand. Not the biggest cat shed ever seen but still large but very stocky. Never in her life had Hayda before ever seen a cat with such thin legs and for a moment wondered how they managed to carry her without snapping like saplings. Thin and long she was nothing like anything the mare had encountered before and it puzzled her. Where could such a thing come from and why was it here? She didn’t know that answer but she knew from the things claws and teeth it was a predator, a hunter, a dealer of death.

Not relaxing her stance she watches the thing expecting it to strike out at any moment. Ear’s laid back and nostrils flared the angered mare was a menacing sight; a force to be reckoned with and she knew it. When the cat growled at her, clearly meant to be threatening, Hayda stomped a fore hoof and swung up her head looking down her nose at the king cheetah. Black tail swishing in irriatance and feet shuffling with the unease of having a predator so close the buckskin just looked at the spotted cat waiting to see what she would do. The mare had been expecting the feline to either continue in her attack or leave, not speak in the odd rough growling language that the felines had.

Her ears which had been back plastered to her skull jumped forward to listen as a part of her prickled with curiosity at what the predator had had to say. She couldn’t understand her words and in no way did she have any desire to. Programmed into her mind at birth was a fear for predators but her hate for them had grown in her as she watched them many times over bring down and rip to pieces. The cheetah’s words meant nothing to her and she could no better speak them than she could understand them.

When the cat spoke again she caught the meaning of the words but just barely. She didn’t know what animals spoke them but she did know they must be the words of another herbivore like her. The cat wanted to know who she was, or at least that’s what it had sounded like. Why would a meat eater care? Why would a ripper of flesh and a bringer of blood care who her attempted prey was?

When the spotted cat moved Hayda tensed with a jerk and watched her carefully as she moved around as if looking for a weak point in which to strike out at. Lowering her head so to be able to watch the cat when she was behind her, she felt a slight bit of smugness as she watched. ‘Just try attacking me from behind…’ she thought to herself in amusement. The full back kick from a horse placed just right could bring down almost any creature, and just a glance of a hoof on this twig of a thing would undoubtedly at the least break something.

Consulting for a moment she thought maybe about answering her or giving a rude reply instead but decided that why not answer this things questions, what could be the harm in it? “I am Hayda… And who are you?” She asks in a tense nicker. Watching her she realizes she may not understand her so she switches to a more common language, the one the birds spoke. Most could understand their words and speak them seeing as most information got spread by them and their kind were quite helpful for many things.“I am Hayda. Who are you?” She repeats in the bird’s language this time. Her voice is harsh and quick, hate and loathing clearing dripping from every syllable.