Of with your head..

Her white manes moved as the wind stroked trough them. She turned her head a little bit to the side when hearing the albino rabbit speak. ‘Alicia, what about stopping for a minute, so we can take a nap?’ Rabbit asked. A sigh escaped from her lips but she ignored that question. Rabbit was lazy, and sometimes a bit annoying. But killing it wouldn’t be a very smart idea. Because Rabbit was way too handy, and smart, but also because killing it wouldn’t help. It was a part of her fantasy, so if she killed it, it would just come back. Alicia lives in a fantasy world every now and then, but Rabbit was always with her, tough other horses couldn’t see him, she didn’t mind talking to Rabbit when she was with other horses. She didn’t think about what other horses might had to say about her, because she just didn’t care about other horses, and their thoughts. Slowly she walked through the forest, so that Rabbit wouldn’t complain about her going too fast. Her ears picked up the sound of a bird whistling nervously. She smiled a little bit evil, knowing it was nervous because of her. She loves it if she could scare other creatures. It was in her blood to create anxiety and fear. It made her happy, and full of liven to take away other lives. She fed on the spirits of other creatures, living on this world. The bigger the fear, the bigger her fun. She licked her lips, almost tasting the fear, blood, and despair. That’s why she rather went goes after the good horses, full of life and joy. ‘Cause the bigger their happiness is, the bigger their fear will be. ‘I smell..’ she heard Rabbit talking. She stopped and looked at him. ‘Something good.’ With those words he finished his sentence, to walk next to Alicia, to the horse. And when she saw the shadow of the horse she smiled.. ‘Of with his/her head.’ She said, loud enough, so she would have the attention of the horse. After that she waited.

*Sorry voor fouten die er waarschijnlijk wel in zitten, ik ben ook niet perfect in Engels*
*Liefst wel iemand die een beetje goede posts in Engels kan, ik wil niet moeten ontcijferen wat je bedoeld*

Slowly the grey stallion moved forward. His dark brown eyes casually searching the area for trouble. Not that he expected to find a lot here, on this time of the day. But still, he kept a watchful eye out just in case. Melancholy nearly overtook Falcon when he realised this was where he had first met Amiya. Over two years ago now, he still remembered it as if it had happened yesterday. The mare had changed his life forever, not in the sense of love, but she had become his reason for living on a different scale. She had given up her leadership over the Eagles and trusted him completely with the herd. A trust he had shamed… It still hurt him when he thought of it.
After he left without an explanation confusion had spread like poison, causing the once powerful and loyal members to fall apart. Without their leader, they had become an unorganised band of horses, like every herd did when not firmly controlled.
After his return he had met Amiya again briefly, wandered for a time and left again.
Somehow, his inner being couldn’t bear to be here, and still… He had come back a second time, also meeting Amiya. But it was not the Amiya Falcon had expected, she had changed as much as he had. They both had lost a great deal of their past lives and their time spent together had troubled him for quite some time now.
After that conversation something had begun to bloom in his inside. It was still premature, a little sprout. The stallion had chosen to put those feelings away for the time being, he would deal with them when the time was there.

Falcon caught himself just before he hit the ground hard; he had almost tripped over a root. Scolding himself for getting lost in his thoughts and not paying attention to his surroundings Falcon sniffed the air. Something smelled different then before and he didn’t like the taste it left in his mouth. Carefully he scanned the trees, lingering on a point in the distant. It seemed to come from over there.
Even though he no longer leaded a herd, the feeling that he had to protect the other innocent horses living here hadn’t vanished yet. Maybe they were just newly awakened along with his troubling feelings. Whatever the reason might have been, he decided to go and investigate it. Falcon changed his walking toward the west, not following any track previously made, but rather getting where he wanted to be the fasted way. Underway he pulled all of his emotions inside him and set his features in a calm mask. What or who would be waiting for him wouldn’t be facing a young or naïve animal. Disliking the thought of a fight he nevertheless prepared himself for one.
He stopped walking when he heard a voice. ‘Of with his/her head.’ Quickly a white mare came into his view and Falcon narrowed his eyes in order to clearly see her. As the sun was getting lower, the light became nearly painful to his eyes. Cursing luck he lowered his gaze a little, keeping her legs into sight so the grey stallion could still see all of her movements.
A quiet laugh escaped him, something about that caught him as funny though he couldn’t see what it would be. ‘Wouldn’t that be a little presumptuous, my dear lady?’ He answered her calmly. Taking a few steps to his right and a bit forward he could lift his eyes again without having to worry about the sun. Doing so he looked her up and down as if to measure her power, but in fact he appreciated her body. As clear as he descended from mustangs and Arabians, she had Arabian blood flowing trough her veins as well. The way she stood and the look in her eyes marked her a foe, not knowing her and all that, he wouldn’t jump to conclusions, but the one thing he had learned in his life was that everyone was your enemy until proven otherwise. It seemed safe to assume she was one to be reckoned with.