AberrantKapro

The young blanket filly, Primadonna was strutting about as usual with little care in the world. Her silvery mane, which was now starting to get long as she neared adulthood, was flowing gracefully in the wind. Her mother often helped her groom to keep it nice and free of knots so she wouldn't have to worry as much about getting stuck in branches and shrubbery. Other foals could maybe claim that she was spoiled, but she didn't care what they thought of her, all she cared about was her mother's love and health, and she did her best to make sure her mother felt just as loved as she herself did. The sun was still low and had just barely started to peek over the tree tops as the young horse heard a strange clinging noise in the trees not too far away. She came to a halt and looked around, cautious and suspicious of her surroundings. What if it was one of those two legged creatures they occasionally saw in the distance? What if they were here to get her? Though, after having looked around