Post by sven on Feb 20, 2012 9:34:11 GMT -5
Keal Wildpferd
[/b][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote]It would be starting soon . . . classes to Boendrugar. Students would be returning to the classrooms and filling out the school that has sat empty during the break in lessons. But out here, none of the mattered much. Out here in her grove, Keal could be herself and not worry, for just a little while, about the events that led to her becoming Leader of her herd, or anything like that. In the middle of the Yarrow Grove, the young female was stretched out by a small pool of water, while the morning light slowly broke over the landscape. She had probably been lying out in the grove for several hours, but no one had come to find her and alert her to danger, nor had anyone stumbled upon her, so it couldn't all be bad.
There was a heavy sigh that stirred the yarrow's, giving away Keal's exact location. She shouldn't think like that, it could lead to bad things. As it was, she slowly sat up, long black hair tumbling past her shoulders and just to her shoulder blades. It would be getting longer soon and she'd have to figure out what to do with it, she thought, tugging at a strand that fell in her face. Sighing again, she slowly got to her bare feet and gazed around the grove. She was dressed in a simple outfit; brown leather breeches, worn from years of wear and tear, and a flowing white shirt that was several sizes to big. It had been her father's shirt, the only thing left from him. Under the clothing, muscles rippled and danced as she stood. Toned and strong from years of running, Keal was in good shape, not overly muscular, but fit. From the flowers, to the trees in the distance, and all that was within it, it was her's now. Her family had roamed this grove since back when the king poured his foul concoction out and her ancestors found themselves taking human form. Duty and blood had tied them to the land and before they knew it, Keal was standing as the Lead, a defense against those that wished harm against Boendrugar.
Suddenly, the young woman let out an echoing scream. Her head lifted to the sky, her arms shoot out from her body. In the midst of this scream, she allowed her human form to slip and welcomed the change from human to equine with joy. The morning mist seemed to aid in her change, concealing Keal in a foggy haze, until she was completely done changing. The scream stopped for a moment, and then once the haze cleared, there stood a proud mare. She was completely black, not a splash of color anywhere on her fur. The long black mane was crimped and the tips danced along the bottom of the throat and chest. There was heavy feathering about her hooves, and a long, crimped tail that drug the ground if she walked slowly.
The mare dropped her head a little, looking at her reflection in the pool at her hooves. Snorting, she stamped a hoof, sending a spray of dirt into the pool and causing her reflection to ripple and ruin. Once her reflection was gone, Keal turned from the pool, rose up on her hind hooves, and let out a trumpeting call. Her front hooves slashed at the morning mist, her head thrashed about, mane flying to and fro as it danced with the morning breeze. She was wild. She was true to her land, whether she knew it or not, she would never leave it. She was a leader and this was her home!
