Blanche- A Wild Mare

Blanche- A Wild Mare

  • WpView
    Reads 525
  • WpVote
    Votes 15
  • WpPart
    Parts 5
WpMetadataReadOngoing7m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Nov 18, 2018
(Just started editing the first few chapters I wrote. The prologue is up. I am working on a second one) I woke up to the sound of birds singing. My eyes opened and stared at the world in wonder. +++ Blanche sniffed carefully at the clean, fresh air. It tickled her delicate nose. She shivered leaning against her mother. Macy, noticing that her foal was awake, nudged her gently, urging her to stand. Blanche stood on shaky, wobbly legs and suckled happily. When she was full and satisfied, her mother then groomed her, making sure that her scent imprinted onto her foal. That way, if Blanche was lost in the herd, her mother would be able to find her by scent. Blanche nickered. "Mama, what is that black shiny thing?" The shiny thing Blanche was referring to was a monarch butterfly. "That is a butterfly my dear." Woofff! Macy snorted as the butterfly tried to land on her soft, velvet muzzle. "Pretty butterfly, pretty butterfly!" The little foal danced and pranced about chasing the flying insect. .
All Rights Reserved
#215
smugglers
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Nation Assassination
  • A Mates Choice
  • Noel (completed!)
  • Hunter's Return
  • Flame And The Wild Herd
  • Dragon Blood
  • All Mine (Completed) (Being Edited)
  • Moving In
  • Fire and Flight [COMPLETED]

WARNING: Cussing, Strong Violence and other Triggering Content may occur. Prologue Mercy ran down the narrow streets, moving her legs as fast as she could. Running from what? Well, she doesn't know. At least, not yet. The streetlamps began to flicker and a loud scream was heard from inside an alley. All she really knew at that moment was to run. Her town was being raided by these monsters on black horses.... they carried long black blades stained with blood and dark hoods covering their faces. They raced recklessly through the town on their dark mounts, slashing at anyone who stood in their way. Some of them even carried torches, using them to set houses and stores alight in flames. People ran everywhere, screaming and yelling for their lost family and friends. But Mercy continued running... she had to. Until she saw a little girl, no older than seven, sitting in front of a burning building, crying. Mercy slowed, then with hesitation, walked over to the girl, avoiding being seen by the raiding party. "Whats the matter with you? You need to get out of the open." She told her. "But- but i don't know where my mommy is." The little girl sobbed. Although Mercy had lost her mother when she was fourteen, she still remembers the feeling of helplessness. "Alright. Come on... Let's go try to find your mom." She sighed. A raider was drawing closer to them, so they had to hurry... and Mercy knew it. "Run." She whispered to the girl, who was oblivious to the approaching attacker.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines